After the dinner a large majority of the Chicagoist staff went to Hothouse. There was a live samba band and no place to sit. I, generally, felt a little too immature to be there but there was safety in numbers, good smoking conversation and great music ... so I got by okay.
There was then a further splintering of groups that resulted in me and a few others cabbing it to Pontiac Cafe to witness or participate in Live Band Karaoke. I'm unsure as to whether posting photographs of those who did perform would be encouraged. So I'm going to hold off. But believe you me, it was good, funny, fun and great.
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