Yappy Gay Games, Chicago! You’ve earned it. For those of you who are new to Nightspots, this is the space in which I crack wise weekly, to the joy and wonderment of fives of tens of loyal readers. Oh, but not this week. My brain, having endured the arduous task of assembling this, the largest issue of Nightspots to date, has insufficient juice remaining to write a proper column (I love being my own editor; there’s virtually no accountability!). So, I humbly welcome you, weary travelers to our fair city and our shitty little bar rag.
Please consult our comprehensive calendar, our plethora of shiny, shiny advertisements and our inappropriate display of local drunks to decide where your gay ass is going to end up at the end of the night. I take pride in knowing I may have helped facilitate even one international hookup. It’s my gift and, as such, God’s will that I share it with the world.
Have fun, be safe and kick ass (not that that’s what’s important).
kirk@windycitytimes.com