6pm. Bring Kleenex or comparably soft facial tissue.
Your benevolent dic-taters (me, baxter_ilion, booknerd, Ijon Tichy) have decided that what we need in Chicago is a book club. A good one. [more inside]
I missed you guys and I want pizza, beer, and karaoke. [more inside]
So, folks, are we meeting up on January the 5th at the Goat, or will we all be a) too cold; b) too out of town; c) too tired from skiing; d) too emptied of holiday cheer to give it a try?
The $7.50 PB&J at Boiler Room comes with a sprawling slice of dank pizza, a PBR tallboy, and a shot of Jameson. Do I really need to write anything else? [more inside]
Chicago's Metafilter community clearly has the mental maturity of a gaggle of wisecracking third graders who have unwisely been allowed to purchase and consume alcohol. Thusly, I propose we gather to partake in that gloried cynosure of the schoolyard: DODGEBALL. [more inside]