May 27, 2016 02:46
We arrived at the Moderat concert a couple hours early, so we were able to grab the best spot in the house.
K to my left, center balcony, no obstructions.
And some guy to my right.
Who would only talk to us if one of us was getting drinks or going to the bathroom.
"Have you seen them before?"
Strange human speaks to me ... I respond, we have a conversation, I learn he's from Nebraska and that we share our favorite Apparat song,
He talks with K while I'm in the bathroom, just to ask how to get a bottle of water without losing his spot, but then days later I think we should've offered to save his spot.
He also wanted to know when the bars close in Chicago.
k,
chicago,
nonfiction,
moderat