This new thing was UBES fun. Brad accidentally came across it and a few weeks later we were:
Dining with a critical mass of humans in public, all wearing white and eating on white plates and white tablecloths with white accessories.
We didn’t know the location of our white party until we met our “dinner captain” at the el stop we chose as our departure site. The secret locale was Daley Plaza. We brought sushi and wine. We danced to the live music. Fun times.
Apparently, these secret white parties started in Paris as a way to prove that a large group of refined strangers can gather together for a meal in public and not leave a footprint. In Chicago, we managed to morph it into a place to sneak booze, leave city garbage cans overflowing and clog the port-o-potties.
Fun Factor: 10