The weekend is a buyer's market.
We've been hearing something about a Marc Jacobs–clad Miss Piggy showing up to Glamorama this year. (We're serious.) So you know this is going to be the craziest afterparty ever—Ne-Yo hosting, Mel DeBarge spinning, and the possibility of Kermit going all Diddy with a bottle of Cristal.
You've seen a lot of bikinis this summer. And for the most part, you've been satisfied. Yet you've been hoping for just a little…less. At this bikini fashion show, virtual beachwear is spray painted directly onto the models' bodies by an artist who's a sort of Earl Scheib meets Alberto Vargas. Pray for an indoor rainstorm.
You hardly need a reason to spend the afternoon drinking with a beautiful woman, but master sommelier and Check, Please! host Alpana Singh gives you one anyway at this charity wine tasting in support of a local pug rescue. The pairing du jour: yes, hot dogs.
This race puts your natural instincts to good use by turning the city into one big, wacky obstacle course/scavenger hunt for you and a teammate. This year's tasks remain top-secret, but last year's included scaling Navy Pier, kayaking the Chicago River and milking a cow, followed by few beers after. You know, your regular Saturday night stuff.
Ever since you first watched Suzanne Somers squeeze, squeeze, squeeze her way to firmer, shapelier thighs, you've had a keen interest in fitness. So Debonair increases its floor's sweat quotient by adding a troupe of full-body skinsuit-clad dancers doing sexy Jazzercise routines this weekend. Go ahead—feel the burn.
