This past weekend, Ryan and I attended Lollapalooza. Growing up, I always wanted to go, but never really got around to it. This year, I purchased 2 tickets for Saturday, booked a hotel room, and away we went.
Overall, it was a great experience and we had a lot of fun. That being said though, I don't think I'll be going back. I know age is just a number, but I think my number is outside of the general Lollapalooza attendee's age bracket.
Thanks to Lana Del Ray, all the girls were wearing floral headbands and high waisted cut off shorts. There were even some fanny packs and lots of bikini tops too. And port-o-potties. So, along with that, here are some amusing highlights from a blog posting on Signs You're Too Old for Lollapalooza:
Your (insert body part) hurts: Standing for so long makes my back hurt. Sitting on the ground hurts my butt. And my back. Everything hurts my back. My neck hurts from craning to see the stage. The sun is hurting my eyes. I'm tired. Do those speakers have to be so loud? They're hurting my ears. Hey, why are you walking away from me?
You start inching your way back during the closers in an effort to beat the crowd: Classic old person move. Once you've entered "we have to beat the crowd" mode, it's over. You might as well just stop going to events of any kind. You're just going to miss half of anything you attend anyway because you're so concerned about leaving. On the one hand, it seems crazy to become so worried about leaving places that you don't even go. On the other hand, it's that kind of excellent time management that will get you ahead. At least of traffic.
You're no longer content to be filthy: Having B.O. is just not as cool as it used to be.
You're not trying to sneak anything in. What're you, a cop?
No one offers you bath salts. And you have no idea why they would. I mean, you bathed before you got there and you're perfectly relaxed.
You read a book in between acts. Who says I'm not sneaking anything in? The collective works of Mr. J.R.R. Tolkein are all the mind expanding contraband I need.
Anyways...here are some pictures from the day :-)
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| How smart to wear a neon shirt - Easier to spot! |
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| Hard to have asked for better weather |
On the food front - I was pretty stoked to find out that our hotel was literally on the same block as Rick Bayless's
Xoco. After waiting in line for close to an hour, we ended up having a late lunch before heading over to Grant Park. I've had (and loved) his torta's before so I thought I'd try something else. I also always tend to pick the wrong thing on menus, but this time I was pretty happy with my choice!
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| Pork Belly Vermicelli (Fideos) |
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| Churros |
Its impossible to get into
The Girl and the Goat (at a normal time of the day) without making a reservation like forever in advance and we weren't going to be around for dinner this trip, so we opted for
Little Goat Diner for brunch Sunday morning. The place is really cute and the menu is pretty interesting and I'm looking forward to going back to try out more options.
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| Little Goat Diner doesn't disappoint |
