That Guy

Now it can be told. As 2009 is the year of change, Nightspots is jumping on the bandwagon. Starting with this issue, Nightspots will hit the streets in print form on a bi-weekly basis. Each issue will be more jam-packed with pictures, stories, exciting new contests and all the requisite snark you’ve come to love and expect from these pages.

And as if that weren’t enough, look for our amped-up Web presence at WindyCityTimes.com. Check out our new bi-weekly (staggered weeks with the print version) online-only issues of Nightspots, no doubt featuring the type of shit we can’t get away with in a respectable print publication. Also, see hot videos of bar shit. You thought the potential for scandalization was high before? Just you wait, Henrietta Higgins!

Best. Boss. Ever.

At our annual Windy City Media Group holiday party at Mary’s Attic, Nightspots columnists [L-R] Homer Marrs, DJ Res-5, Michael Hampton and graysong enjoy the fruits of my labor. Wouldn’t that make them the fruits of my labor? But I digress. This is what you might call a perk of the job. Sorry, not currently accepting applications.

Poor Pubert missed the penile powwow, but he seemed happy enough just to chill on the couch with me. Photos by DJ Res-5.

OK, I know that when Aretha sang the first word and a half of “My Country ‘Tis Of Thee” and then paused, I was not the only one who wanted to explode with laughter. At Crew’s inauguration party, the mood was just reverent enough to prevent such an outburst.

I haven’t listened to Howard Stern since he went to satellite radio, but I’ll bet he’s got it on constant rotation.