No matter which portmanteau you want to employ, be it Snowmageddon or Lowdown Snowdown or Snow Way, Jose, this blizzard this past weekend was snow joke. The Facebooks were replete with gay-boy jokes about excessive inches and bottoms and such, but some of us actually had to strap on our big boy boots ( yes, I'm a top ) and brave the blizzard to cover events for you, the reader.
No surprise, but the CTA was spotty, at best, stranding me with the city's most urine-soaked for periods of time I'd like to expunge from the memory record. At the time, all I could think was, Get me Scot's for whiskey and chili. Get me to Scot's for whiskey and chili!
Like the pot of liquor and beans at the end of the whitewashed rainbow, there were the folks at Scot's, having jusssssst awarded the winner of the Super Bowl half-time chili cookoff ( the 16th annual, in fact ). I was warmed by their victuals, their potables, their affability, and the super-fucking-cute winner of the cookoff. He was more than willing to jam that prize sausage in his mouth. So worth the 8-hour train ride there!
Elsewhere, we welcomed a brand-new Mr. Chicago Leather 2015. Luis Tipantasig, to be exact. Look for a lot more from Luis in the coming months. Nightspots is glad to continue the relationship with International Mr. Leather, producing the official guide for the third time this year!
And you simply must stop into the new Affinity Salon, 3021 N. Broadway. Iryna transformed the mountain man on the left into the soft and suave sonofabitch on the right. Touchably soft, even. And my manicure shines like a diamond still four days later. Book your appointment by calling 773-666-5259. And tell them Kirk sent ya : )
kirk@windycitymediagroup.com .