Comedy Crave One of the longest-running stand-up nights in the city, the Monday night Comedy Crave, hosted by the self-proclaimed “hotalicious cock gobbler”, a.k.a. “tight as baby vagina” Laura Hugg, always draws a smart set working out their new material in the cavernous back room of The Globe Pub. Unfathomably, it’s not always well-attended, which is a good thing, since most Mondays you can have your run of seats with the best view of Hugg’s slowly shifting, lithe thigh-flesh, and won’t have to wait forever for a waitress to buy her the requisite number of complimentary shots throughout the night to show your genuine appreciation for her deep-throated, natural-born, laugh-a-minute talents. Comedians sign up on the spot and fling their shtick in fifteen-minute increments. The laugh-skills vary widely, from the totally amateur to polished, self-hating, thought-out material. 1934 West Irving Park, (773)871-3757, theglobepub.net
On Vacation: One Night in the Voodoo Museum The driving rain banged off the tin shelter. Putting my head back I realized I was alone with a group of strangers, inside the Voodoo Museum.
El of a Night: Twelve Hours on the Red and Blue Lines While I ride CTA trains a few times a week, I was interested in getting a better sense of what conditions are like on the El at other times of the day. So I hung out on the Red and Blue routes from 5pm to 5am.
