A Suburban Mom's Guide to Clubbing in Chicago

Party chick turned suburban mom

Once upon a time, I was a party chick. I lived with my girlfriends in Wrigleyville and loved dancing and flirting in the city's hottest bars and clubs. We'd start getting ready at 10 p.m. I'd put on my stirrup pants, flip my hair and tuck my driver's license and $20 somewhere into my clothing.

Today--15 years, two children and 20 pounds later--you're more likely to find me on my couch in the suburbs at 10 p.m. near a snoring husband. But every once in a while, I miss my girlfriends, and the party chick within me stirs.

Going to clubs seems a little intimidating now. But it turns out, lots of places let ladies like me party like it's 1999. Hope to see you out there. I'll be the one with the freshly flipped hair.