Craig and I rang out his birthday at Spin. Just for Craig, Spin had $1 cocktails all night. Well, apparently, it happens every Wednesday. Chicago seemed to know: it was so packed, we could barely make our way around, both downstairs and through the upstairs rooms grooving to the videos on display, including performances from Sunday's American Music Awards. It was good to see Janet's medley again. The VJ also played Jennifer Lopez's performance of "Louboutins." At the moment of J. Lo's much-reported fall, the crowd roared "Ohhh!" in unison, as if they'd been doing it for years, not the three days it had been by then.
Craig and I traded rounds and bartenders, moving between the upstairs and downstairs bars, depending upon the lines. We were happy that the downstairs DJ played the Chew Fu mix of Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance." Craig was less happy that an excited dancer knocked his vodka diet from his hand. In the middle of the next song, the Spinsational DiDa Ritz (pictured above) took the stage and tore through Janet Jackson's "Make Me."
DiDa whipped around so much, I could barely get a shot with my iPhone. She had the choreography down pat. I wasn't surprised. I've seen her serve a mean Beyoncé "Single Ladies," Logan Hardcore.
The crowd loved Dida, too--not just because there were plenty of drinks in hand. Craig and I decided to put some more in ours. After a few more rounds, we decided to head out and walked to Berlin, home of a great Madonnarama party on the first Sunday each month. We waited in line a minute or so; but I was hungry. I wanted another slice from Ian's Pizza. We split a macaroni & cheese slice and a lasagna slice. I fell asleep to something on TV, happy to digest some more of the most fantastical pizza I've ever had.
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