Fat weekend in a little coat.
You should run, not walk, to Agent Provocateur, because they have an immense sale on every woman’s favorite lingerie. You know, stuff like bras, corsets and lacy dresses. And seeing as you probably know a woman, you should be getting her something and not wasting time reading this sentence.
Esteemed pastry outpost Pleasant House Bakery left Bridgeport last month. And you were sad. But then Pleasant House Pub opened in Pilsen with steak-and-ale pies, curry chips, plenty of Whiner beer and a year-round greenhouse-y patio. And you were happy again. Real roller coaster of emotions.
Black Sheep. Tommy Boy. Beverly Hills Ninja. By now, you know we’re talking about legendary funnyman Chris Farley, the subject of a new documentary you’re seeing tonight at the ArcLight, which involves a post-screening Q&A with a Second City vet. We’re not sorry for being presumptuous about the you-going part.
Dear Whoever,
Had a great time at the adults-only Camp Underground on Friday night. We did color wars, danced to camp
songs and even raided the dining hall at midnight, all in an unexpected-but-cool nightclub setting. It was
really fun. PS: Hi, Mom.
—Future You
Dusty Groove. It’s a Chicago institution. And on Saturday, they’re celebrating 20 years of record-slinging by throwing you a block party. You’ll consume gratis food and drink from the likes of Dove’s and Antique Taco while enjoying a special revival of jazz DJ battles from the ’60s. Great revival choice.
Pretty Obvious News Flash: Pitchfork is happening this weekend. Less Obvious News Flash: On the way to Pitchfork on Sunday, you can stop at Nellcôte for brunch, pre-festival punch and a DJ set from Whitney (a band comprised of two ex–Smith Westerns people). Least Obvious News Flash: You’re doing that.
