I recently read someone elses blog of how he had this great connection with a girl. They were the best of friends, and they did everything together. He wanted it to be more and he started seeing feelings in her that weren’t there. He was driving himself cray and he decided to tell her. It scared her away and he came away with nothing. His dreams were crushed and he had lost a good friend.  It is a tough story of pain and reality. I felt bad for him so I wrote about it.

Over my illustrious career (of course saying that with a bit of sarcasm), I have had a tremendous run through many of the legendary watering holes in Chicago. I have had my fair share of partying with celebrities, to grand openings, to legendary closes like the final night at Shelter, Harry’s Velvet Room, Kaboom and Elixer to name a few. I enjoyed all these places, but since my first journey to the big bad city from the safe haven of the burbs, the nightlife has changed.

It hasn’t necessarily changed from a scene and a be seen environment, or I am not referring to the changes in the hospitality industry gearing more towards bottle service and VIP areas, I mean changes to me. I remember one of my fondest memories when I was under 21 going to Bassa Nova with a live band playing Gypsy Kings covers and a crowd of scantily dressed women with sharp looking men tore up the dance floor.  It was amazing, it was vibrant, it was spirited and I was hooked!