Muggy again and the streets are packed. The crowds are fairly orderly for all the liquor and pot floating freely. I felt like Granny Clampet with all the stares of "hey lady, what in the heck are you doing here? No tats, no multiple piercings, no neon hair, no marijuana t-shirt". I did keep my shades on and tried to blend as best I could. I am sure they thought Eww, someones mother/granny is here! Do they make money on this extravaganza? Last year they grossed $17 million. Bubs said he's sure it's a typical Chi Town Hustle with the dough....probably funneling to the President's Campaign fund. That's what I love about my honey- not a cynical bone in his body.
Palozza Madness. Yes like many music festivals the crazies come out in droves. Sensory overload on steroids. Very entertaining though. Lady GaGa was here 3 years ago. By the way her reviews were poor. Go figure. This fest is Crass Commercialism at it's best-give the public what they want Bubs.
Yes Boca took the Palozza Trolley....love the girl's very purple hair. And what does NEVER HIDE mean? Then some ROCKER (does anybody know who he is??) and the guys start swapping something? Cheerio's?
Bubba took a pass on the Palooza today. But for some evening fun I convince him let's head over to the...
SERB FEST
Ah thoughts of roast lamb, roast pig and chevaps....mmmm. Nobody does meat better than the Serbs. The web site describing all the food and music had us "all jacked up". So we invite our friend "Lady Jane" to drive in from Barrington and we will take the "L Blue Line" and we'll meet at the Fest. Yahoo! My ethnic roots- hoo hoo. So one hour after a bumpity bumpity ride on the train we arrive at Serb Fest. Bubba buys the food and drink tickets and we go to the food line....what do you mean no meat? fish only? and frozen fish at that. Yes Mrs. Boca, the Orthodox do not eat meat on Friday and our Priest will not let us prepare it on Friday either. I said, I didn't realize the Serb Fest was a religious event. I thought it was ethnic....ah well ah. I guess this was God's way of reminding Boca of "the rules"...well I was going to take most of it home.
So off we went with Lady Jane to LOUIE'S BAR to cry in our beer and martini's.NOTHING A LITTLE CARROT CAKE COULDN'T CURE!
