The weekend is your equalizer.
This week, Perks is bringing you half off a stand-up paddleboarding jaunt in Lake Michigan, and introducing you and three friends to none other than Joel McHale on the set of The Soup. Assuming all that comic genius can fit in one studio.
In case your Friday nights haven’t been freaky enough, Excalibur is rolling out moonwalks and sweet transvestites (in that order). First, a Michael Jackson impersonator takes the stage paying homage to the gloved one, followed by a screening of Rocky Horror Picture Show—which is like Thriller with fishnets.
Team USA has been impressive so far, so SmallBar wants you there bright and early Saturday morning to cheer them on against Ghana. They’re bringing in another 50-inch TV for the occasion and also selling beer—by the pound—as a wake-up call. Sort of like a liquid vuvuzela.
At this art opening, you’ll gaze upon everything from portraits of ‘80s porn stars (turned into kitschy wooden plaques) to nude models who will Skype in so you can practice your sketching. Which is exactly how Picasso started.
The annual gala to support the Piven Theatre kicks off this year with a dinner at Sunda, followed by a little elbow-rubbing and elbow-bending with Jeremy at Rockit. You’ll also be able to enter to win an Entourage walk-on role. Maybe Piven can hook you up with a good agent.
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REPEATING THE PAST The Best of Second City, Live The legendary improv troupe's traveling tours are bringing you a "best of" with a twist: instead of just rehashing sketches from the greats (think Aykroyd, Farley, Colbert), they're updating them with topical references to today's headlines. It turns out that jokes about the Cubs' foibles are timeless. |
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Barely out of the gate, this Portage Park gastropub is luring you out of bed on Sunday morning with shrimp and grits, steak and eggs and its Boozy French Toast, spiked with a little Grand Marnier. But it’s still BYOB, so you’re in charge of spiking everything else.
The all-day Sunday party at Old Town Social brings you $1 bar snacks, $2 charcuterie, and $25 bottles of cava. But mimosas are on the house with your brunch entree. Better yet, if you just order a beer, they’ll throw in a plate of house-cured bacon. Now that’s a chaser.
