Drying Out
after two nights of boozing, one with a bunch of culture critics (both the bitter and ebullient type) and neighborhood party people and another at a wig party at an immaculate Pottery Barn catalog-worthy Boystown apartment. A bunch of music writers behind the DJ booth makes for a fairly lousy night of dancing but a pretty great stage for conversation, catching up on things and watching people hit on each other. Friday night, I really felt like I was at home in Chicago, way more familiar faces than strangers. In other news, it sounds like the women in hip-hop conference was a real winner. A good thing for sure, but also kind of like a "jews in nazism" conference or something... well not quite, but you dig.