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Anatomy Of A Birthday

Evening 00 We took a cab to Risorante We, which was our first time walking into the W on Adams. The cab driver thought we were a bit strange, dressed up and headed downtown-- after all, we just gave him an intersection, although eventually he figured it out.

Evening 01-1The hotel lobby is much more subdued than their lakeshore location. Ambient lounge played in the lobby, large satin curtains descended from the second floor and random images of something or other (nature images or race car driving is all I can remember) were projected across an entire wall.

There were well situated candles and rather plush couches. If you like things modern, you'd feel pretty swank in the lobby indeed. The lights are dim and somewhere in there we found our way to the restaurant, and the start of the evening...

I was busy looking at the wine list as the waiter asked us what kind of water we wanted. Had I known ahead of time that they served Voss, I would have ordered the non-fizzy variety. Regrettably, they didn't keep the bottle around. Love those bottles. Love em. The first time I drank this truly designer spring water was several years back in Nashville on a business trip. In an unlikely setting, we were eating at some dog-themed restaurant and let me tell you, I may not know much about Norway, but I love that water. Love it.

Evening 02-1I ordered us a bottle of Montepulciano d'Abruzzo, a great deal on a moderately pricey wine list, but we were both really happy with the selection. At $15-20 a bottle, I'll definitely be on the lookout for this in the future. And hey, I liked it so much, I snapped a picture (of course, the two of us generally order by the glass, so after finishing the whole bottle, I was in a picture taking mood).

The food itself was good, although my steak was a bit overcooked for "medium rare". You have an option of ordering the steak crusted with one of several different things, or else just seasoned and accompanied by a selection of sauces (mustard, horse radish, all good in and of themselves, although when I'm in the mood for steak, I tend to play it simple)-- I ordered mine crusted with gorgonzola, and it was good.

Evening 06 After dinner, we walked around the hotel a bit, and eventually decided on going somewhere (by this point, it was a little after 10). Liz had never been to the Funky Buddha, so we decided to stop by there since it was on the way home. The cover charge was steep, but hey, no wait. Red was the prevailing color.

There was a nicely mixed and relaxed crowd, and the music selection moved between progressive and hip-hop. We stood by the bar for a while and ordered a drink, wondering if they were in the middle of switching DJs or what. On the way out we noticed a powerbook sticking out of the DJ booth, and I kind of chuckled to myself. If I had more time or felt like bumming around, I would have tried to get a better view of his setup. I'm always curious to see how people use things like FinalScratch, although the last time I saw someone with a Powerbook pretending to be a DJ, he was pretty much pressing play. Then there were the two guys with CDJ-1000's laying it down at 3PM at a Jimmy John's. No time to contemplate all that tonight though. Exit the Buddha (by now there was a long line to get in), and take a cab over to Sonotheque, where the prevailing color was blue.

Evening 03-1The music at Sonotheque on a Saturday night seemed to be what I was looking for. The venue itself is pretty minimal, but then again so was the cover charge (and no line). It was one of those evenings when we seemed to be an hour ahead of the crowd. In this case, we found a spot near the end of the bar as people kept trickling in. I remember our bartender being friendly and attentive.

Evening 04-1A word on picture taking in clubs (and why I dig the Leica). Nobody notices a camera without flash in a dark place, and I tend to wear the strap diagonally across my chest. This is partly for comfort (I barely notice it) but also for safety in case it is either dropped or stolen. One of two things generally happen-- either I end up dancing, or I end up drunk. Seasoned readers might point out that there's a third option-- namely, that I might end up drunk and dancing. Smart of you to point that out.

The camera should stay with you the whole night, and short of falling on the floor, you can make it home in one piece without ever having to worry about that piece of expensive glass slung across your chest. If it's comfortable to walk around with it sober and stationary, you'll be fine with it on not-sober and dancing. Also, I generally stop taking photos at some point in the evening, so rather than ever being tempted to have someone else hold it, a good camera should be wearable with the least amount of discomfort.

Evening 05 As you can probably tell, the rest of the evening was a bit of a haze. Unconfirmed reports suggest that I may have signaled to the DJ a few times, made comments of a suggestive nature to my fiancee, and stayed out until two or three before jumping in a cab.

All in all, a fun night out!

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