So I got into the W, but then couldn't find a bartender. HOW EXCLUSIVE IS THAT?!
So, it turns out that it's not hard at all to get into the exclusive W Hotel in the Loop on a Saturday night, even if you're some moron on a bicycle; just walk up, act like you know what you're doing, and they'll let you in without asking any questions at all. And indeed, of the 30 or so INCREDIBLY HOT HOT SUPERMODELESQUE WOMEN hanging on the couches in the lobby, the majority of them had drinks that had appeared from *somewhere* -- ah, but that's the real trick at the W, I discovered, not actually getting in, but actually finding the bartender and getting them to make you a drink. That must be the litmus test, I realized, to determine whether you should be there or not; not whether you can get in, but whether you can successfully get a drink ordered or not.
Going to stop by Holiday on the way home, just to get the stijk of the Loop out of my nostrils. Ah yes, finally a place where you can show up bt bicycle at no one bats an eye, versus all the tourist places downtown I've been at tonight, wher insurance adjusters from Connecticut get wide-eyed anytime they see someone who dares to actually bike in the city.
