Who's ready to bid 2007 adieu? Well, ready or not, here it comes. But people get so worked up over New Year's Eve, and it never winds up being as big a deal as you think. Smooched, not smooched, party, no party, fancy dress or sweat pants--this shit does not matter. Just have a good time. Here are few things we've learned along the way: more ›

Three days into the new year and already it's time for "BotW?" Well, duty does call. And, while folks everywhere are already breaking their resolutions, some of you probably within moments of the final strains of "Auld Lang Syne" fading into the ether, we made a couple of promises that we're certain to keep. Think "52 beers in 52 weeks" is doable? Chicagoist does, and don't bet against us, either. Considering the amount of... more ›

It may not be the Berghoff, but last Saturday, after being open for 47 years, the Uptown Snack Shop closed. To make room for condos. Double whammy. Uptown Snack Shop was dear to many people who are sad to see it closed now, to say the least. Today on You Tube we saw some videos recorded on the last day of operation. The people singing Auld Lang Syne made us kind of sad, even... more ›

Now that Santa’s returned to the North Pole and Hanukkah Harry has commenced his rounds, it’s time to focus on New Year’s Eve. Maybe you’ve already ponied up your $100 or more to celebrate that sharp new desk calendar. Or maybe you’ve sworn off Saturday night as an overblown, overhyped, overpriced holiday. If you’re in that second category, consider spending 2005’s final hours at the theater, a more reasonably priced alternative where you leave the... more ›

Lou Rawls, a South Side native and singer of such soul classics as “You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine,” is doing his best to kick cancer’s ass. According to the AP, Rawls has been diagnosed with lung cancer and his estranged wife says he is also struggling with cancer of the brain. Sounding upbeat, Rawls noted that “many people who have been diagnosed with this kind of thing, and they're still jumpin' and pumpin'.''... more ›

Oh Shit. It’s Thursday, isn’t it? Like, tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and you don’t have a clue as to what you’re going to do. Chicagoist isn’t sure who those people are who plan their New Year’s Eve weeks in advance but we’re sure they iron their underpants too. At this point everywhere that’s anywhere is booked, and if you are like this Chicagoist – reservations (read: decisiveness) are not your strong suit anyway. But... more ›