After missing our departure date by almost two hours(one of us didn't hear the alarm and doesn't sleep anywhere near the phone) we arrived in Chicago a bit late. As you can see our hotel The Parker House Hilton was swank. You would not believe how awesome the beds were, I haven't the words to describe them. Since we were running late we checked with the concierge and he set us on the path to the show. We gawked like a couple of rubes as we walked to the festival. We also almost got hit by an ambulance. But once we got there we hit up the beer stand.
Look at how much beer Sarah can carry! Amazing isn't it? The funny thing about Chicago beer is that it is six point(not the watery three we have here). If you're not careful you might drink too much of it and be unable to get off of the curb, right Sarah.
We didn't get to see all of the Son Volt set but what we saw was awesome. They were Playing drown(right click save as to download) probably my favorite Son Volt track. They also played Afterglow 61 and then played two new tunes before finishing up with Chickamunga(that's right reaching back to the Uncle Tupelo days). Most of the pictures didn't turn out and this one makes it seem like we were way back but we actually had a pretty good spot.
Here we are after too many beers and having finally conquered the curb.
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YOU almost got hit by an ambulance. I'm the one who grabbed your arm and pulled you back onto the curb. Anyway, the five people in front of you would have been hit first. I specifically told you NOT to put that beer picture on your blog. You'd better watch your back, you're gonna get beat down for that one.
But that is a lot of beer. Guys look for a lady that cancarry that much brew.
it is a good thing i am coming home tomorrow.. i just hope it is not too late...what was so great about the bed, eh? the amount of beer it held?!!
No worries, the only time that Mark got near my bed was when he jumped on it to wake me up. Not nice. I will say that boobs were a bigger focus than any other weekend of my life, not mine especially, just any boobs at all. But it is a good thing you're coming home tomorrow, we all miss you.
that lady at the wedding wanted people to see her boobs. And The Taste of Randolph street should have been called the Boobs of Randolph Street.
are you trying to make me feel better?!! ah who am i kidding, it is always boobs w/ him...sadly enough just not mine- we have all seen the blog, right? maybe i'LL start posting on crotch shots and ...nah.
I'd go for some crotch shots. Just no speedos, kay?
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