Live music at Chicago's Green Mill.
I hadn’t been to Green Mill, an old jazz club that opened in 1907 with ties to Al Capone’s mob, in years. I did a photo shoot there in 2009, and before that it was where I chimed in the New Year from 2006 to 2007. But somehow Chelsa and I ended up going twice in this past month.
The first night we met for swing music and drank gin and I saw a guy who looked freakishly like a guy I…umm…met…let’s go with met…in Thailand.
And then, a couple of weeks later, on the night before Thanksgiving, I met with Chelsa and her mom to eat Ethiopian food and listen to gypsy-jazz. And drink gin. Obviously.
I do love that place.
For good measure, here are some words of wisdom from the bathroom wall.