August Date: Photo Scavenger Hunt (And Marshmallows).

Oh my word, BONUS BLOG, y’all. This post is brought to you by the letter P for Procrastination (last day of August, friends!), and by the number 11…meaning I’ve now resided in Chicago for that many years. So this month’s date was superbly special, as it highlighted things I reallyreallyreally love about this city. Let’s begin: On Monday night of this past week, we had a mini date. (We didn’t think the full date would happen this month and decided {Read More}

July Date: Dinner And A Movie, Part 2.

(To catch up on last month’s Oh God, At Least We Tried date, clickyroo here.) Back in the day, I went on a date with a boy. He was sweet and funny and just awesome to be around. We held hands across a sparkly shellacked table. And it was one of those dates where both parties were just giddy with the potential potential, you know? I ordered a special pizzadilla (eggplant, caramelized onion, and goat cheese quesadilla pizza), and he ordered {Read More}

June Date: Wait A Sec, REALLY?!

So on Friday night, P.J. had an awesome Date Night planned for us. It was a surprise n’ everything. (For the newcomers, P.J.’s Christmas present to me was a year of cool date nights, highlighting and celebrating everything we say we love about living in Chicago…but somehow never find time to do.) The date he had chosen for June was an evening at Hollywood Beach. (It’s a really, really nice beach traditionally frequented by a largely gay population- meaning that it’s {Read More}

April Date: Folk Music And Empanadas And No Falling Asleep.

With all of the madness and world events and still jet-lagged children, I wasn’t sure we’d manage a Date Night this month. However, P.J. wasn’t about to end his streak o’ dately awesome since Christmas– and surprised me with tickets to see Hem at The Old Town School of Folk Music. (Which, if y’all locals haven’t managed to see a show there, do it. ‘Cause it’s the loveliest.) Hem, a terrific folk band, hasn’t toured in about six years and is now promoting {Read More}

March Date: Sushi And Board Games And Nic Cage.

March’s Date Night brought us to Macku, one of my favorite restaurants in Chicago- formerly Kaze, which had the distinct honor of being the sushi joint down the block from our Roscoe Village apartment. (It moved and changed names. Then again, so did I.) We always get some sort of super white tuna appetizer. We always order drinks- my choice has never strayed from the lychee mimosa, each sip prompting me to implore P.J. to pick up some lychees somewhere- {Read More}

February Date: Bowling Night (Sans Bowling).

Because my husband is so incredibly crazy about me- And because he was rapidly running out of time for a so-called February date (for the newcomers to this date thing, catch up on the whole bizness here)- You can tell I’m on a date.I am wearing a tie. He asked me out this past Tuesday for a wild evening of bowling and deep conversation in a dive bar-like atmosphere. I accepted, even though I’m not a “bowler,” overmuch. Except. Our {Read More}

January Date: Ice Skating (And Nary A Trip To The E.R!)

If I had to choose something I loved more than my husband, I’d have to say Re-enacting Scenes From My Favorite Movies. (If I HAD to.) Even the Russian judges liked us. This past Saturday, I didn’t even to pick between them. Because P.J.’s Christmas present to me was twelve months of Chicago dates. You know, the place where we live and of which we continuously extol the virtues but rarely have time to a) date in b) Chicago? He {Read More}

In like a lion, out like a…nope, still a lion.

Can we talk about Avatar? That’s right, I’m the gal who posts about a movie the day AFTER the Oscars. But, as I’m not invested in the Oscars at all– weird for a writer n’ actor, no?- I feel no shame. Heck, I rarely even see movies in the theater. As stated before, we [P.J.] are [is] a strictly Netflix home.  That said- Avatar. We saw it in 3-D over at Webster Place. Peej really wanted to see it in {Read More}