The weekend blames the sunshine, the moonlight, the boogie, but mostly, the gin.
The summer heat has been curiously absent, but we have a feeling it's just lying in wait. Prep yourself at this Bucktown sartorial armory, which is offering 25 percent off already marked-down seasonal finery, ranging from Spurr's lean-and-mean casual wear to Prada's lightweight, ready-to-kill fashion.
You can't buy style, but you can fight for it—and at this annual sale, you might just have to. Mart showrooms fling open their doors to the general public in order to clear out art, area rugs, lighting and furniture. Hey, an Eames chair is always worth throwing an elbow for.
Those squeezing into their tightest spandex getups get in for free at this hipster Lolla preview, featuring an eclectic array of hardcore dance DJs playing next week's show. But bring some talcum powder—you may need to perform an emergency extraction on someone later.
The high rollers of Hammond have imported the high-heeled, fishnetted, rock-and-roll debauchery of Ivan Kane's Forty Deuce burlesque revue direct from the Vegas Strip in a shameless attempt to lure you to their gambling den. But since they've gone through all that trouble, it would be rude not to accept.
Pub crawls can be so dangerous—there's no telling what you'll stub along the way. So in its usual display of concern for your well-being, Uncle Fatty's sets up five bars serving everything from fishbowl cocktails to something called the Pink Taco under one roof. Try not to get lost.
Your brunch doesn't have to be this long-drawn-out, all-day thing. It can be a simple skewer of grilled shrimp in your Bloody Mary. A few succulent grilled oysters. Maybe some barbecue ribs. If you happen to fritter away a whole afternoon admiring breathtaking 29th-floor penthouse views, that's another story.
