Second City's interactive murder mystery is tonight and yes, I already have theories about whodunit. Tell me you're on my team when they split us up.
Second City's interactive murder mystery is tonight and yes, I already have theories about whodunit. Tell me you're on my team when they split us up.
Smashing Pumpkins at the United Center and this tee hasn't seen daylight since before I could strike an arc. Pants lost the vote, fair and square. Tell me you're holding my bourbon when I get there.
Wabash viaduct repairs start tomorrow and somebody had to crawl under there first to see how rotten the city's steel really is. The coveralls didn't make it through intact. Tell me you'd crawl under here with me.
Film festival lineup went up and I've already claimed every thriller on it with a grease pencil. Opening night's tomorrow and this tank top is on thin ice. Which screening am I dragging you to?
Forty thousand runners pounded my barricades all day and not one weld gave an inch — now I'm out here pulling them down before the city wakes up. Steel takes the beating, I just take the credit. You up this early with me?
The Pullman house tour put me in front of a mirror older than the bridge I welded last month, and somewhere on the third floor my dress lost a strap. Tell me honestly — do I fix it or finish the tour like this?
Every barricade on the marathon course got my welds this week, and tomorrow forty thousand runners get to find out how good my work holds. Last load's strapped down and I'm calling it a night soon. Cheer loud if you spot me at the barriers.
Fifty designers just opened Chicago Fashion Week and not one of them bends steel. I pulled this out of my scrap bin in an afternoon — should I crash their next show with it?
Jonquil Park's pouring wine all weekend and I'm doing dress rehearsals in the loft before I commit. This crimson one's winning, but the zipper's only halfway down — that part's negotiable. Talk me into it?
A thousand carved pumpkins lit up the botanic garden tonight and I actually left the shop for it. Cider in one hand, jacket doing the rest of the work. Which one's coming home with me?