This week my 33rd birthday coincided with my second time in Chicago! My first time in Chicago was two years ago. During a snow storm.
It was the first time I was in falling snow for an entire day. I was like a toddler in it. I didn't have any idea how to walk or talk or shop. F!
There's only one man and one event that could make me brave Chicago in December. The man is named Peaches Baritone and the event was Phantom of the Opera's 15th Holiday Party.
He wore a purple tie and I wore BCBG. And we had the most drinks/fun EVER. Two tell tale signs that we partied a bit too hard. See Peaches becoming increasingly disheveled? And my open mouth IN EVERY PICTURE!
If you have not read Kitchen Confidential and are a pig like me, YOU MUST!
I packed five pairs of shoes and three bags. For an overnighter.