This is the first of a two-part summary of my weekend in Chicago. “But Paulie, it’s only Sunday, why post a summary now?” I can hear you say, “Because I have that much shit to type!” is my reply.
Introducing Melysa
On of the highlights of my trip has been Melysa, who has served me up beer each day at the Hard Rock hotel’s bar.
This morning (11:30CDT) I didn’t even have to ask, she just started pouring.
Hotcago
I think that “Chicago” was the Native American term for “open pores, sweat profusely”. I’m not sure that I have ever sweat so much in my life. My Visa bill is a bit higher thanks to the extra clothes that I’ve had to purchase because of the unexpected multiple costume changes.
Pitchforking, Day 1
I arrived at Union Park around 3pm, earlier than expected because I had polished off a full slab of bbq baby back ribs at Exchequer Pub (with a lovely Exchequer Red Ale) quicker than I expected.
My arrival time meant I could hear the Mountain Goats, but it also meant that it was 90+ degrees in the park. Luckily I found a seat in the shade (yes, they are smart enough to have trees in the park), and grabbed a Goose Island 312 (the beer line was much shorter than the water line, and far shorter than the line to refill water bottles from a fountain.
I listened to the Mountain Goats and then Destroyer, before relinquishing my shady seat so that I could get near the stages to see Art Brut and Ted Leo & the Pharmacists. Before heading into the crowd I decided to grab a couple of bottles of water, which I found out were only $1 a piece! note to Atlanta concert promoters and/or vendors: please stop screwing us over by charging festival prices for water during Atlanta concerts.
One Singular Sensation
And that would be frustration. I think that I put too much confidence in my guide book and my ability to locate things. While sitting the in the shade reading I felt extremely lucky to find out that Jason Lytle, former lead singer for Grandaddy, was playing an acoustic show in town at a place called Schubas Tavern. Lo and behold Schubas was listed in the guide book, where I read that it was on Southport at Belmont and that all I had to do was take the Brown Line to Belmont. In my mind that meant that Southport would actually be near the Belmont stop. After walking up and down Belmont then up and down some side streets and breaking out in my millionth sweat I gave up and returned to the hotel.
As I neared the hotel life got even more exciting as I fielded a call from ADT alerting me that my home security alarm had gone off. Great, nothing like being far away from home and worrying that your has been broken into. I never received a call from the police, so it must have meant that it was a false alarm. Did you have an extended power outage?
A Weekend Of Use And Abuse
I have walked miles upon miles in my few days in Chicago. I am hoping that this is one of the reasons that my runs have been so crappy. At a mere two meters above sea level (lake level?) I can say that it has nothing to do with the altitude.
I am tired of walking, and sweating, so I think that the only movements I will make are to go out and get some food, perhaps watch the Cubs on tv (plans to go to Wrigley have been scrapped unless I am just going to the surrounding bars) and then arrive at the second night of the Pitchfork Music Festival around 7pm in time to catch Yo La Tengo, Spoon, and OS Mutantes. I’d go earlier for Mission To Burma, but I am really tired of the heat.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – hot, tired, hot, tired, hot
Current Music – nothing because I can’t hear the music in the lobby
Website Of The Day – On my Friday morning run I ran into (not literally) the Tour of Hope cyclists. They started in San Francisco and will end up in Washington DC in a few weeks.
If you ever want a quick glance of the sites I’ve picked for my Websites Of The Day, you can check them out on del.icio.us, my user name is InsideThePerimeter (go figure), and they are all tagged as “blogged.”
Exercise (b)Log – running/walking ~4 miles Friday
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
Oh Chicago, Part 1 (Cardinals Cardinals Everywhere)
This is the first of a two-part summary of my weekend in Chicago. “But Paulie, it’s only Sunday, why post a summary now?” I can hear you say, “Because I have that much shit to type!” is my reply.
Introducing Melysa
On of the highlights of my trip has been Melysa, who has served me up beer each day at the Hard Rock hotel’s bar.
This morning (11:30CDT) I didn’t even have to ask, she just started pouring.
Hotcago
I think that “Chicago” was the Native American term for “open pores, sweat profusely”. I’m not sure that I have ever sweat so much in my life. My Visa bill is a bit higher thanks to the extra clothes that I’ve had to purchase because of the unexpected multiple costume changes.
Pitchforking, Day 1
I arrived at Union Park around 3pm, earlier than expected because I had polished off a full slab of bbq baby back ribs at Exchequer Pub (with a lovely Exchequer Red Ale) quicker than I expected.
My arrival time meant I could hear the Mountain Goats, but it also meant that it was 90+ degrees in the park. Luckily I found a seat in the shade (yes, they are smart enough to have trees in the park), and grabbed a Goose Island 312 (the beer line was much shorter than the water line, and far shorter than the line to refill water bottles from a fountain.
I listened to the Mountain Goats and then Destroyer, before relinquishing my shady seat so that I could get near the stages to see Art Brut and Ted Leo & the Pharmacists. Before heading into the crowd I decided to grab a couple of bottles of water, which I found out were only $1 a piece! note to Atlanta concert promoters and/or vendors: please stop screwing us over by charging festival prices for water during Atlanta concerts.
One Singular Sensation
And that would be frustration. I think that I put too much confidence in my guide book and my ability to locate things. While sitting the in the shade reading I felt extremely lucky to find out that Jason Lytle, former lead singer for Grandaddy, was playing an acoustic show in town at a place called Schubas Tavern. Lo and behold Schubas was listed in the guide book, where I read that it was on Southport at Belmont and that all I had to do was take the Brown Line to Belmont. In my mind that meant that Southport would actually be near the Belmont stop. After walking up and down Belmont then up and down some side streets and breaking out in my millionth sweat I gave up and returned to the hotel.
As I neared the hotel life got even more exciting as I fielded a call from ADT alerting me that my home security alarm had gone off. Great, nothing like being far away from home and worrying that your has been broken into. I never received a call from the police, so it must have meant that it was a false alarm. Did you have an extended power outage?
A Weekend Of Use And Abuse
I have walked miles upon miles in my few days in Chicago. I am hoping that this is one of the reasons that my runs have been so crappy. At a mere two meters above sea level (lake level?) I can say that it has nothing to do with the altitude.
I am tired of walking, and sweating, so I think that the only movements I will make are to go out and get some food, perhaps watch the Cubs on tv (plans to go to Wrigley have been scrapped unless I am just going to the surrounding bars) and then arrive at the second night of the Pitchfork Music Festival around 7pm in time to catch Yo La Tengo, Spoon, and OS Mutantes. I’d go earlier for Mission To Burma, but I am really tired of the heat.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – hot, tired, hot, tired, hot
Current Music – nothing because I can’t hear the music in the lobby
Website Of The Day – On my Friday morning run I ran into (not literally) the Tour of Hope cyclists. They started in San Francisco and will end up in Washington DC in a few weeks.
If you ever want a quick glance of the sites I’ve picked for my Websites Of The Day, you can check them out on del.icio.us, my user name is InsideThePerimeter (go figure), and they are all tagged as “blogged.”
Exercise (b)Log – running/walking ~4 miles Friday
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]