at behest of best of fence
by Colie
On Saturday afternoon in Chicago, we made our final purchases and packed them into boxes along with all the leftover merchandise (much less than we’d expected), the knuckle-buster credit card machine, our new lucky chinese cat and buddha-tramp bookends, and a half a can of peanuts. Then we sprinted to the hotel to fend off migraines with caffeine and lipstick before rushing to Ganz Hall, where the wine guy was waiting and the signs were confusing.
But the hall was gorgeous.
