THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXERPT FROM MY COLUMN IN THE MARCH 9, 2005 ISSUE OF NIGHTSPOTS. IT’S A THAT GUY CLASSIC! [EDITOR’S NOTE: AT THAT TIME, THE COLUMN WAS TITLED “HEY, I’M THAT GUY FROM THE MAGAZINE”]
Popped in to the charming and reasonably priced X/O for a nip. They must have some sort of underground hydroponic set-up where they breed gorgeous guys to work at the bar. And graze the harvest I did.
Clark’s kicked my ass last night.
Not only were Steve and Dennis in rare form (check out page 46), Ihad an über-scandalous picture
taken of me with a certain yin, whose yang was nowhere to be found. After some cajoling, I decided not to run the picture. This week.
I also ran into Jeff, my good friend from Cupid’s. Jeff is moving on up and by next week will be off into the blue. We had a very sweet time together, both at the bar and in our ongoing exchanges with one another. I was 10 miles past verklempt. Jeff, you will be missed immeasurably.
Lisa Lexus at Cocktail has some big idea about doing a weekly poll for Nightspots. If you see a fierce bitch with a raging ‘fro coming toward you with a steno pad and a sharpened No. 2, don’t stress. She’swith me.
St. Pat’s is coming. There you go.
I’ve given you a perfectly rational and defensible excuse to drink. No more worrying about the judgmental eyes of your peers. You have been given a free pass. And don’t forget to tip your bartenders a little extra “green” this year. I know they’ll be working their shillelaghs off.
kirk@windycitytimes.com