Byl had this idea that we spend today doing the following:
- Go see the Harold Lloyd silent film Girl Shy at The Music Box.
- Go to Ribfest.
- Go to Midsommarfest.
Guess what? It was awesome.
The movie was great and if I were an academic I would totally get started on a paper about modernity and romance vis-a-vis modes of transport in this movie. Also how Harold Lloyd was a total dreamboat despite (or because of?) his crazy missing-two-fingers-due-to-a-bomb-asplodin’ right hand.
We walked to Ribfest, buying big bottles of water at Trader Joe’s on the way, so we would not waste precious tickets on drinks. WE ATE ALL THE MEATS. Also we ate corn, as you can see in the picture of me above. I totally dripped garlic butter on my arm and I did not care one bit as I licked it off my arm in public. I brought facial wipes to get our hands extra clean. It was 90 degrees, very hot so I drank all my water and even bought a soda to stay hydrated (and also cleanse the palate as Byl and I ate rib after rib after rib).
A very attractive young man enticed us into an antiques store, promising free refreshments THAT NEVER MATERIALIZED. My friend Dan tweeted that something like this happened in Clear And Present Danger and I should be careful lest this man work for the drug cartels!
As we left Ribfest, Byl spotted LATRICE ROYALE (not kitted out, but in civilian mode) walking towards us and fortunately we got Latrice to stop and say hello and let us tell her how awesome she is. Or Byl did, anyway. I was going to but then this little old lady pushed between us, squawking “EXCUSE ME!” so I didn’t get to say anything except, um “Good night!” (it was 4:00) as we let Latrice go. We caught the Damen Avenue bus up to Andersonville, where Midsommarfest was well under way.
Midsommarfest is, I think, Swedish for “All of Chicago’s gay dudes please converge on the corner of Berwyn and Broadway, remove your shirt, and proceed to drink beer and sangria while people try to dance to reggae nearby.”
We ran into Jeff and Oliver and Melissa and other pals. We drank Gatorade. We felt sorry for the dogs dragged into the middle of crowded street fair full of loud noises, drunk people and, the worst, that surf foto contraption where you get your photograph taken in a surfing tableau for $7.
We bought the best animal cards from the StacyYutaka tent. We enjoyed a performance by the Puppet Bike, where I scolded those children who tried to tip the puppeteer with nickels. NICKELS!
And then Byl ate this really evocative looking chocolate covered banana and then we both went home.
[pic source 1, pic source 2]