Travelpalloza

What I thought was an average Monday night leaving Chicago turned out to be the last day of Lollapalooza. A little travel trip: do not go to the airport on the last day of Lollapalooza. A sea of vintage t-shirts and poor tattoo choices clog the line to the Southwest check-in. Confused twenty-somethings unable to follow basic instructions. No, group C does not line up when the sign says “A”. No you can’t get on first just because you have a baby stroller. While we’re at it, why is your tattoo of a zombie giving everyone the middle finger? Are zombies inherently angry? Isn’t eating brains enough, do they have to also make obscene gestures? How hip and counter-culture, flying Southwest to Lollapalooza. In my day, we would have driven. Get off my lawn!

Definitions

Overheard conversation between two nine-year-olds:

“I saw a guy with a goatee!”

“What’s a goatee?”

“It’s a tiny little beard on your chin.”

“Oh.”

If you have a goatee, don’t feel bad. It’s not the size, it’s how you wear it. You might also be interested in the goatee saver.

Feet Soup

I can’t imagine waking up on a day where the temperature was approaching the 90’s and deciding that a foot-bath would be a relaxing treat. Yet, there she sits, tiny digits happily soaking in hot water, heat and bubbles turned to maximum, with one happy cat licking up the excess moisture. I think I’ll politely decline any offers to partake.

Getting Old(er)

I wonder what 1998 me would have thought of the newly remodeled Fireside Bowl hosting music once again.  It’s one of those places I have fond memories of and to be clear, I never considered it a bowling alley. 2010 me, who now prefers comfort to looks when choosing footwear, would probably welcome doors on the bathrooms. I’ll miss the old venue although I’m not sure my current concert going companions would have approved of it. At least I’ll always have the memories.