Spotted this Lollapalooza branded Camelbak yesterday at (where else?) Lollapalooza. Patrick and I were swaying along to Sharon Van Etten, who was awesome, and I saw this and thought “I want to wear my water, too!”
All in all, Lolla day 1 was an awesome day. How so?, you ask. Well let me tell you.
We were at Lolla for free! I won 3-day passes last week, and my brother flew in to be my +1.
We saw First Aid Kit after we saw them perform on WGN Morning News, and they were terrific.
Anamanaguchi was pretty fun but after three songs we were like “Okay, I think I got it.” We wandered down to the Playstation tent where my co-worker Archie was volunteering. He hooked us up with some keychains and mats.
The mats came in handy when we went to the Google Play stage for War On Drugs. War On Drugs were great. We laid out our mats under some trees just south of the stage and relaxed.
Key to my enjoyment of Lolla - being able to roll my mat out in a shaded area.
The food was delicious, plentiful, diverse, and reasonably priced. Dinner was chicken teriyaki from Kamehachi.
Patrick and I saw Alison Brie! She looked very pretty in a blue floral dress. Patrick got sad later when I told him that, according to the internet, she is dating Dave Franco.
Our last few shows were The Shins, M83, and The Black Keys. These were all at the south end of Grant Park, and we found this little hill where we lay on our mats and chilled the fuck out. It was pretty great to hear everything (including Perry’s stage) and see a bit, too, without having to stand in a dusty pit.
Die Antwoord. My god, that was something. Loved it.
During The Black Keys, Patrick and I spotted a couple with two young children. They had a toddler in a onesie, running around with a mylar balloon and just raging. He and his brother then took to rolling down the hill. Their parents chased them for a bit, then stopped when it was clear that these kids were just having an awesome time.
There were some not so awesome things, too.
Port-o-potties. UGH. Thankfully none of the ones I used were too gross but I’m glad I got us our own bottles of Purell and packets of flushable moist wipes.
Bad, possibly offensive, festival fashion. Lolla being a big music festival that attracts all the youngs, there were a fair number of skinny White girls running around wearing feathered headdresses and pseudo “Native” garb. Also a White chick wearing Tibetan prayer flags.
The ride home on the 22 Clark street bus. The bus was, of course, loaded with drunk bros and trixies (do we still call them that?). There was a lot of yelling and yes, the dude sitting next to Patrick on the bus (at least we got seats!) was getting a sloppy lapdance from this chick wearing a fanny pack with her jean shorts.