A toast

Crate & Barrel: Michigan Ave.

I always get caught up in the hustle and bustle of the holidays and completely forget that the week after is New Year’s. That said, not much planning goes into our big ring-in-the-new celebration. We’ve had some fun in the past. We rang in 1997 with Big Time Sarah and 1998 with Clark Terry. But then there are the less-than-exciting ones. Like our first one together, 1995, when we discovered Wallace & Gromit as we flipped through the channels.

This year the hubby proposed a trip to, yes folks…Chicago. I know. I was just there last weekend. But that was for shopping and sans the better half. And it was the best we could do on such short notice. Maybe next year we’ll shoot for a different, farther-away city.

This time around, though, there is still much to be excited about. Like catching up with friends we haven’t seen in a while, especially the ones in Clarendon Hills who are going to make us brunch. Going to Andy’s to see Franz Jackson, a 91-year-old sax player. Having breakfast at Uncommon Ground and dinner at Reza’s. And staying at The Drake for the bargain price of $98 a night. Oh, how I love HotWire!