So a couple of weekends ago I wound up feeling like a real doofus. Regular listeners may recall one of Weekender's picks in early February was the Flynt Flossy/Turquoise Jeep show at Reggie's Rock Club in the South Loop. Well, late that very same Saturday night, I decided all spur of the moment to go.
Here was my thinking: Yes, it's Saturday. And sure, the Jeep's mighty popular. But Reggie's is huge! And in Chicago, a city where diverse entertainments are almost as plentiful as parking meters? My impulse for hip-hop would not be denied. Right? Right?!
Wrong. Dead, dead wrong. Show was so sold out. The duo managing the list looked at me and my friend like we were nuts, thinking we could just waltz on in the place (don't they know I like to dance?). Then, adding insult to injury, we had to RETURN the wrist bands allowing us to get our drink on, which had only taken 10 minutes to get in the first place! What, no mementos?