36: ain't nothin but a thang

the birthday passed exactly how i wanted it: not a lot of fanfare and just the right amount of alcohol sickness.

a girl friend of mine had her birthday last week so we went out saturday night. it started out a feminine civilized evening: wine and dessert at a new bistro in bucktown, a few cocktails at blue line - but when we got to exit things took a decided turn for the unwise.

who had the bright idea of drinking tequila, beer, guinness and whiskey on a stomach full of sugar and wine? we did.

(and if anyone can tell me what all the police/crime scene tape was doing at marie's rip tide lounge saturday night around 2.30 am, that'd be great.)
...
pink martini was in town monday night and roomie sprang for a ticket for me and we went with the girls. another perfect, romantic evening spent in the company of 4 single women. if we were gay, and into each other, we'd be set. for a minute there, we were worried k- wouldn't be able to join us (the show was sold out!) but the generosity of a really cute older man older man on the sidewalk saved the night.

i can't say enough about pink martini; they may only tour the west coast and europe but if you hear a rumor they're in your city, you MUST see them. they are so very good. and the cello guy? hot. hothouse on balboa is a gem that really needs to be taken advantage of more often; they get excellent world class talent and they even serve a fine soul food dinner.

can double door say that? i don't think so.