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I blame J.J. Abrams

The first clue were the three helicopters hovering above my neighborhood this morning as I left my building. Next were the trademark blue “City of Chicago” sawhorses lining a street corner on my way to the Montrose brown line el stop. Once I was just west of Ravenswood Avenue, I experienced an oddly brown mud/ice concoction underfoot. I saw some activity in the street ahead as I entered the station, but I focused on getting my train. I’d hear something about it at some point, right?

On my way up to the platform, a girl was taking a photo with her camera phone from the first flight of stairs. “Whoa,” I said. Here’s why:

Side view of Montrose 1-22-08

Top view of Montrose 1-22-08

A water main had broken along Montrose, East of Damen, at about 1:30 this morning. The water was shut off at 7, and there’s a big clean-up job ahead. Several cars that were parked along this stretch were submerged or towed away.

My coworker Tim took both of these photos. He’s calling it “Crater Day.” I blame J.J. Abrams for devising this elaborate publicity stunt to remind Chicago to see Cloverfield.

Saved it ’til the morning after, Part 2

Here are some additional pics from the Critical Mass holiday party. Simon LeBon indeed!


Evelyn got a shot with Lebon


Ohmigod, is that Margo & Jed?


We like to dance and point.


Saved it ’til the morning after

We made it home from The Underground in one piece, with only the slightest hint of club disease.

The place was decked out in hanging red gauze, some of which looked like flames turned upside-down. (Since the club is on the basement level, the parallel was either intentional or laughably coincidental.) Other than that, it was military-chic indeed. Like early Crate & Barrel gone martial law, tables were made from stencilled wooden boxes and the bars and banquettes were uplit with cheeky practicality. We were essentially partying in a bunker, complete with a pinpoint-lit map with which to construct our plans of world domination.

The mojitos were strong, the vodka tonics surprisingly not. Most conversations had to be yelled. If you didn’t yell loudly enough, there was a lot of nodding and smiling in response. We weren’t able to visit with (or yell at) everyone we’d have liked to. Sometime around 10:30, a few of us took the festivities to Tuman’s for some good old-fashioned anti-“see and be seen” goofery. Sorry, Billy Dec, the bad music at Tuman’s spanked yours. Try you again next year?

Those who remained subterranean at Underground rubbed shoulders with the likes of Simon LeBon and David Schwimmer during Duran Duran’s release party for Red Carpet Massacre. (I’m “on the hunt” for pics, so stay tuned.)

What is Hip? (If you think you know…)

Bonus points if there’s a funk tune in your head after reading this post’s title.

The Underground is where my office’s holiday party will take place. It’s the latest, most hippest club in the country… or maybe not.

It’s where Shia LaBeouf partied (and got a little tipsy) before getting arrested at Walgreens – oh, but wait, the case was tossed out yesterday because Walgreens “lost interest” in pursuing it. [America hasn’t lost interest in Shia, though. We’ll see him in the 2008 Indiana Jones installment, Eagle Eye with Rosario Dawson, and Transformers: The Game. I’d like to add that I knew it! After seeing a few episodes of Nickelodeon’s Even Stevens back in 2003, I had a strong feeling that the charismatic kid would go far in Hollywood.]

Back to the issue at hand.
For our holiday party at The Underground, the dress code is “club attire“.
Directly afterwards, the release party for Duran Duran’s Red Carpet Massacre will be held at the same venue. Doors for that party open at the same time our party is supposed to end.

• Are me and my coworkers hip enough to be allowed to stay for the Duran Duran party?
• A better question: If we are allowed to stay, will we be the youngest ones there?

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