A blue-eyed pilot with a devastating, dimpled smile once showed me around Chicago. It was November and bitter cold. To warm up we slipped into a little Cuban restaurant downtown and spent hours sipping caipirinhas. That afternoon I learned that Cuban cocktails can be dangerous. Ditto all-American pilots.
Those close to me know that...
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A wrenching breakup and a shameless addiction to Dancing with the Stars lead me to the Century Ballroom for the first time. One twenty-minute East Coast Swing lesson followed by a night of social dancing and I quickly kicked my cheesy reality show habit, trading it for a new obsession: Lindy Hop. Today, thanks to six months of...
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During my most recent visit to Joe Bar a man brought his new puppy, a chocolate brown Portuguese water dog named Moses, into the shop with him to get a coffee. Moses was in full throttle cuteness mode, bounding from table to table, tugging at shoelaces and licking the hands of charmed customers (myself included) who couldn’t...
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I was wearing my pajamas the first time I experienced a bit of Twilight Martini Lounge’s hip-hop flavor. It was 1 AM and I was heading to bed when a girlfriend called from said bar and yelled, “Listen!” as I soon as I answered. She then held her phone up to a speaker for several seconds so that I could hear the...
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If you are a woman who gets utterly annoyed when a stranger calls you “sweetie,” you may want to avoid Revolutions as your morning latte provider. If, however, you are a woman who gets a thrill from a little unexpected sweet talk, Revolutions is your place. Here’s just a small sampling of the greetings I have...
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