a month of months.
and by that i mean something, though lord knows what. it's been a doozy, and as cliched as it sounds, i can't believe it's already almost august. look at me, becoming one of thooooose types of people - you know the ones - they spew expected, polite conversational empties like, "where DOES the time go?", or "time flies when you're having fun". but the thing is, that's a great question, and time DOES fly when you're having fun or anything else, really. thankfully it's been an extremely fun month, and much dust (or is that sparkles & streamers) is settling, leaving me to contemplate the hell out of all of it.
just got back from a fairly epic trip to chicago. epic in that it felt long, but was only 3 days. epic because well, i was on a fascinating little journey - and while my actions weren't anywhere as heroic as a typical odysseus - they were enough to at least inspire poetic musings on my part. saturday started as a rainy trek from o'hare to the puddle-ridden neighborhood of lakeview and ended in sun-soaked, beer-infused bliss at the pitchfork festival, watching the hold steady joyfully tear through their set. in between there were pints and laughs and lovely conversation, sushi and tsing tao (because having american beer would be so...american, at least, according to our rather sexist waiter). later we hit a bar named 'jakes', where dogs are welcome. a black and white mutt trotted around happily, and i was happy too -
good town, good company, good lord, what a random little adventure!
sunday came with a stroll around lake michigan. well, not all the way around, but at least a small stretch of it was explored. the birds were out, and so were the caterpillars - fuzzy, exotic little guys who dropped from the sky (or possibly the trees) onto unexpecting laps. a nature walk of sorts, and it all felt very natural indeed.
and then there was the music. back at the park, we geared up to let les savy fav wash over. and wash over they did. it was so hot the sweat literally descended when they played "the sweat descends". tim harrington's command of the crowd is pretty legendary. at one point, he was being passed around the crowd in a plastic garbage can. amazing. from band watching to people watching, to lazing against fences, and sipping pints, a glorious afternoon / evening passed. after LSF, came bon iver, dinosaur jr, cut copy and spoon. beautiful.
after, we sat in a mexican restaurant, digesting the day's events, but not really the amazing food in front of us. over-ambitious ordering left us with far too much. but those 4 bites of enchiladas verdes were delicious.
monday morning went too quickly, of course, but that is to be expected in these sorts of scenarios. adventures, trips, experiences - they all come to an end too fast - but i suppose that just makes them even more perfect in retrospect. later i wandered the art institute of chicago, gazing at stunning 'this' after stunning 'that', and the loveliness of the weekend sunk in.
hats off to you, delightful chicago. and hats off to you, delightful everything else that's happening to me right now. there's so much to look forward to i feel a little guilty looking back.
but it's all very worth recapping.
and by that i mean something, though lord knows what. it's been a doozy, and as cliched as it sounds, i can't believe it's already almost august. look at me, becoming one of thooooose types of people - you know the ones - they spew expected, polite conversational empties like, "where DOES the time go?", or "time flies when you're having fun". but the thing is, that's a great question, and time DOES fly when you're having fun or anything else, really. thankfully it's been an extremely fun month, and much dust (or is that sparkles & streamers) is settling, leaving me to contemplate the hell out of all of it.
just got back from a fairly epic trip to chicago. epic in that it felt long, but was only 3 days. epic because well, i was on a fascinating little journey - and while my actions weren't anywhere as heroic as a typical odysseus - they were enough to at least inspire poetic musings on my part. saturday started as a rainy trek from o'hare to the puddle-ridden neighborhood of lakeview and ended in sun-soaked, beer-infused bliss at the pitchfork festival, watching the hold steady joyfully tear through their set. in between there were pints and laughs and lovely conversation, sushi and tsing tao (because having american beer would be so...american, at least, according to our rather sexist waiter). later we hit a bar named 'jakes', where dogs are welcome. a black and white mutt trotted around happily, and i was happy too -
good town, good company, good lord, what a random little adventure!
sunday came with a stroll around lake michigan. well, not all the way around, but at least a small stretch of it was explored. the birds were out, and so were the caterpillars - fuzzy, exotic little guys who dropped from the sky (or possibly the trees) onto unexpecting laps. a nature walk of sorts, and it all felt very natural indeed.
and then there was the music. back at the park, we geared up to let les savy fav wash over. and wash over they did. it was so hot the sweat literally descended when they played "the sweat descends". tim harrington's command of the crowd is pretty legendary. at one point, he was being passed around the crowd in a plastic garbage can. amazing. from band watching to people watching, to lazing against fences, and sipping pints, a glorious afternoon / evening passed. after LSF, came bon iver, dinosaur jr, cut copy and spoon. beautiful.
after, we sat in a mexican restaurant, digesting the day's events, but not really the amazing food in front of us. over-ambitious ordering left us with far too much. but those 4 bites of enchiladas verdes were delicious.
monday morning went too quickly, of course, but that is to be expected in these sorts of scenarios. adventures, trips, experiences - they all come to an end too fast - but i suppose that just makes them even more perfect in retrospect. later i wandered the art institute of chicago, gazing at stunning 'this' after stunning 'that', and the loveliness of the weekend sunk in.
hats off to you, delightful chicago. and hats off to you, delightful everything else that's happening to me right now. there's so much to look forward to i feel a little guilty looking back.
but it's all very worth recapping.
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