Amalie Drury

There's an art to sitting at a bar alone, and I'm still mastering it. (Mom: "Sweetie, if I were you, I wouldn't spend too much time in bars alone. So...

Quick, what's your favorite place to drink outside in Chicago? Why? What are your secrets for snagging a table? I never, ever tire of this discussion, so please leave your...

When spending an entire Sunday afternoon watching a marathon of Bravo's The Real Housewives of Orange County, do you ever find yourself scrutinizing one of the show's tanned-and-eerily-taut stars and...

I'm a huge Lollapalooza nerd, and I don't mind saying so. I get a thrill from having any laminated festival-related press pass strung from a lanyard around my neck. All year,...

I stayed in last night for the first time in weeks, and, scarcely knowing what to do with myself other than watch Dancing With the Stars and Gossip Girl, I...

There are miles and miles of endlessly sprinkled, technicolor-green grass in Palm Springs, and staring at it as I lounge by the pool shall be my ode to this over-hyped...

There's a competition for everything, I guess—ugliest dog, extreme ironing, worm charming—but it never crossed my mind that somewhere, some people are going head-to-head over beer pouring. Tonight, that somewhere...

This time last year, I donned a sequined dress and went to two over-the-top Oscar viewing parties: a Moet shindig featuring gold-body-painted champagne girls, and the Center on Halsted's red-carpet...

Anyone who follows my Twitter or Facebook feeds (sorry, what an unbearable thing to write—and worse, to link to) may remember that I lost my Little Red Wallet last Saturday night....

We used to drive by this one bowling alley all the time when I was growing up, and their sign said it all: Fun Is Bowling. The letters were tall...