Last night I attended a unique reception on a cool rooftop venue in the trendy West Loop area. I had invited a friend, then another different friend, than another, one after another, but each had some reason she couldn’t make it. But I knew it would be a lovely event, so I went by myself.
The street was dark when I cabbed it over there from my daughter’s home in West Town. Dark and full of silent hulks–warehouse vehicles of all sizes parked this way and that, resting quietly in their places for the night. But up on the rooftop, lights twinkled, creative dishes by chefs from Japonais were served in trendy small-bite sizes, cocktail magic was being spun in every corner of the venue, and the lights of Chicago cheered the sky.
Plus, the weather was perfect. It was sheer pleasure to sip a cocktail, gaze at the lights, and bask in the just cool-enough night air. How often do we get perfect weather in Chicago? And this morning I heard on the radio that this coming week will be the most perfect weather-week of the entire year of 2015. Hmm. Think I’ll have to plan to eat out on a few patios or rooftops this week. Just too good to miss out on.
Thank Heaven for perfect weather. And Chicago. And groovy events. And cocktails. And perfect weather.
