<em>Freddy vs. Weekend</em>
Your Perks: 1) Tailored button-ups crafted from extremely soft Egyptian cotton. For your dressing pleasure. 2) Drones outfitted with HD live streaming video. You could have some fun with that. 3) Comfortable texting gloves that allow you to use your whole hand. Not just fingertips.
In case you missed it: a Southern clothier by the name of Billy Reid moved into a handsome new space on Randolph Row with his lightweight wool-and-cashmere peacoats, Horween-leather bags and other such rakish things. You should probably behold its majesty and get the full story here.
Next time you’re in Pilsen, swing by 606 Records. Ask for Tim or Drew. If you’re into Roxy Music, they’ll suggest an overlooked performer who sort of sounds like Roxy Music. If you’re not into Roxy Music, that’s cool, too. This is a record store, not a Roxy Music store.
Stop us when it gets too pumpkin-y:
“You’re bringing a date to Public House after work on Thursday to eat pumpkin cheesecake and pumpkin
fritters, all while drinking gratis pumpkin beers poured from a giant pumpkin tap.”
Sometimes it’s okay to not stop us.
Don your best old-timey garb for Ampersand’s Devil in the White City cocktail party, inspired by the murderous events of Chicago’s 1893 World’s Fair. Drink “acid vat” punch cocktails. Eat elevated takes on fair foods like funnel cakes and corndogs. Try your best not to be, like, really scared.
Halloween’s coming. Here are your parties...
The scary one: A costumed soiree at Vertigo Sky Lounge with Red Rum cocktails, a replica
maze and creepy twins. It’s like The Shining, you see.
The groovy one: A ’70s-themed disco at the Freehand/Broken Shaker.
Zombie John Travolta should work for both.
