Last Monday, I was reminded that summer + indie music + FREE = a serious crapload of people.
It was the first really warm evening of the summer. So, the husband, some pals and I went to the Iron + Wine show in Millennium Park, along with the rest of Chicagoans age 15-45.
Although Iron + Wine was great, we spent the majority of the time drinking wine (sans iron) and people watching. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen more people in one place. It was also a goldmine for latfh.com. I’m glad I didn’t wear my romper.
The most enjoyable/annoying part of the evening was watching hordes of people try to sweet talk the “security guard” into letting them jump over the gate in front of us to get in.
We decided since we really came to hang outside and chitchat, next time we’d see a jazz or orchestra performance. Or maybe we wouldn’t pick the biggest free show on the warmest day of the year.
Dear Chicago friends,
I’ve heard a lot of folks talking smack about summer lately.
As in, we really didn’t have one. I know…we’re all disoriented because we’re not sweltering in heat or suffocating in humidity. (In the famous words of that drugged-up kid from the dentist, “Is this real life?”)
However, you know, and I know, what is right around the corner. As a result, I am clinging on to summer for dear life. Here is how I know: A band was playing outside on the roofdeck right below my bedroom window last night. I wasn’t even mad. I was actually happy that summer made this possible.
Said band. Though only a two person band, I believe.
Since summer doesn’t officially end until September 21, I propose that we squeeze in more of this:
Because we’re just around the corner from:
Megan Boley dressed like an Eskimo.
Snow boots becoming a semi-permanent part of the wardrobe
Our favorite things blanketed in snow. Or make that just everything blanketed in snow...
...that eventually create potholes large enough to render you a missing person.
(Apologies for all the blurry iPhone photos)