So I totally fk’d up the online Jepardy test last week. On any given day at 3:30, I’m sitting on my couch (it’s the only break I get while tirelessly working on this magazine) rattling off “questions” to rival the contestants on the show. “How easy would it be to actually get on the show?,” I think to myself … and maybe vocalize to my cat. Well, not so easy, as it turns out. I’ve done the online test before and it was a breeze, but alas, not this time.
So I figured (with the same brain that blew the test) that I’d try my hand at Family Fuss’n, the Wednesday game show at The Sofo Tap last week. It was a hoot. Host Dick Guhzinya (get it?) had apparently hunted down and skinned a rumpus room for his jacket, while a beturbaned Ethel Merman and Judge Judy (okay, I watch that during the day too) kept it moving along with wisdom and wisecrackery. Personally, I didn’t fare any better than on the Jeopardy test, but at least liquor was along for the ride. Lesson learned.
Thanks to Gio at 3160 for including me in the 6th anniversary POP Goes the Gio show! Right as I walked in he dragged me on stage (kicking and screaming, of course) to favor the crowd with my rendition of Prince and the Revolution’s “Purple Rain.” It was such a blur I forgot to hand my camera over to Jason to take my picture. You hadda be there.
Another thanks to Tom Wray, who, upon seeing me arrive at midnight at Touche, knew right away that I had come to photograph the lube wrestling event., which was the kickoff to Mr. Chicago Leather weekend. I was a bit late, but Tom graciously offered to send me some pics of the event, which are laid out on page 12. As you might imagine, a bunch of guys in loose-fitting onesies covered in lubrication might lead to a little slippage, of the “there’s no way I can print THAT” sort. Suffice it to say there’s a whole reel of pictures you’ll never see in these pages. Damn community obscenity standards!
Welcome to Antronio’s, the new club at 6319 W. Roosevelt Rd. Combine the owner’s name (Antonio) and the Mexican slang for “hip” (antro), and there you go. You may remember Antonio from Chesterfield’s, which has been closed since 2008. Say hi to Antonio and all the folks for dancing, videos, drag shows, and billiard playing. And thanks to Pubert for his lovely pictures of the opening night party.
kirk@windycitytimes.com