They shut my streets down for the marathon and for one hour the whole Loop is mine — no cars, no crowds, just me and kilometres of empty asphalt. Tell me you'd keep me warm out here while I wait for the runners. 💋
They shut my streets down for the marathon and for one hour the whole Loop is mine — no cars, no crowds, just me and kilometres of empty asphalt. Tell me you'd keep me warm out here while I wait for the runners. 💋
The zine fair set up shop in my library and I've cleared the whole small-press room for myself — stacks everywhere and every page is more trouble than the last. Tell me which one you'd read out loud to me.
The gin didn't finish the job, so the tub is taking over — and the skyline is getting a better show than the city ever did. Tell me you'd knock first. 💋
Wine Fest opens at Jonquil Park tomorrow and my table is already claimed — tonight I'm just warming up with the good bottle from the top shelf instead of queuing like everyone else. Tell me what you'd pour me next. 🫒
Bought half a wall at the art fair before the doors closed, and the private viewing room came with the price tag — I'm not giving it back yet. Tell me which piece you'd hang over my bed.
Encore ran long and the bass is still in my bones — caught myself in the mirror on my way out and couldn't look away. Tell me you'd have been sweating next to me down front. 💋
Every designer in town wants me at their runway this week and the front row is already mine — I'm just deciding what survives the after-party. Tell me which one you'd take off me first.
Maxwell Street's season finale emptied its last tables straight into my bags — the whole market knows the best loot comes home to the Loop. Kneeling in the middle of my haul and not one thing here is yours. Tell me which find you'd beg to unwrap first.
Destinos has the whole city staging its best drama this week and I claimed front row center before anyone else found the door — the play's good, but the view from this seat is better. Save me the aisle seat for the next act. 🌇
Apple Fest cracked open in Lincoln Square and the first crate of the season already has my fingerprints on it — the sweetest one comes home with me, obviously. Tell me you'd taste-test the rest before I bother.