This club on Rush Street.
On Saturday night which was really Sunday morning since it was after 1 a.m., Bossy talked a lounge full of random bloggers into taxis so they could go out dancing.
This club was recommended by a Chicago native and it perfectly hit the mark for that night: diverse crowd, great tunes, wooden dance floor, guys dancing with guys, girls dancing with girls, no self-consciousness or aggressive unwanted attention.
Just wide smiles.
And while on the subject, Bossy adores each and every one of her blogger friends, new and old, who may have been minutes from sleep but instead hopped into a breezy backseat uncertain of what was ahead. Talk about game.