"Cuz I'm awesome / That's right" -Kohl's commercial
I'm exhausted and sick, which must be the result of a whirlwind past week. I've been to Lollapalooza in Chicago, missed Muse in NYC, saw the Yeah Yeah Yeahs twice in three days and saw the first Beastie Boys show ever in Brooklyn. I started feeling sick during the night of the Beastie Boys show and while I didn't fully enjoy it, I did fully appreciate it. I had to skip a Mets game last night due to being bedridden. And now I don't feel like I have to go out again EVER until 2008.
So I have been to Chicago a million and a half times because my dad used to work there. But I almost always visited in December and February for whatever reason. Since being cold is pretty much my least favorite thing in life, I associate Chicago with a certain type of misery. So this trip was the first time ever I've truly enjoyed the city. I like that it's a perfect mix of neighborhoods vs city. Indianapolis = too suburban (unless you can afford to live, say, in a mansion on North Meridian), NYC = too city (unless you can afford a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights). Chicago is urban enough that you can eat every type of food (with special shoutouts to pizza and weiners) and see every show that comes to town and possibly take public transportation to get to it, but you can possibly still afford a nice house or condo there. AND they have embraced Targets within the city limits. Targets with underground parking even!!
So, anyway, Chicago I am ready to embrace you. It's too bad you can't be a bit warmer in the winter. You can't fool me, I know you're MUCH more harsh than NYC.
Here are some pictures:
Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs!!! AKA BEST SHOW OF THE FESTIVAL. Good lord, I love this woman. My friend Josh took this and every other photo I'm posting. See how close we got?
Karen O again. This lady is a true rock star. From now on, I refuse to see any band/musican who doesn't deliver a PERFORMANCE.
LCD Soundystem, the 2nd best show of the night. Yes, better than Daft Punk. That's our hotel, The Congress Hotel, in the background. No Port-o-Potties for us!
There's Tyler in a chair, on the bed. That's me peeking out from underneath it. Makes sense.
Hanging dlux20s bras outside the window seemed like the only option.
This is what happens after Day 2. My guess is that we were dancing to Y CONTROL. Earlier in the day, we were karaoking to SPACE DOG by Tori Amos. Yes.
Why, Kerry, why?
I'm partying in a hotel! I'm 19 years old!
The dangers of dancing
?
Hey hey hey!
We are all seriously in trubs.
Tyler does not like kissyface.
So I have been to Chicago a million and a half times because my dad used to work there. But I almost always visited in December and February for whatever reason. Since being cold is pretty much my least favorite thing in life, I associate Chicago with a certain type of misery. So this trip was the first time ever I've truly enjoyed the city. I like that it's a perfect mix of neighborhoods vs city. Indianapolis = too suburban (unless you can afford to live, say, in a mansion on North Meridian), NYC = too city (unless you can afford a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights). Chicago is urban enough that you can eat every type of food (with special shoutouts to pizza and weiners) and see every show that comes to town and possibly take public transportation to get to it, but you can possibly still afford a nice house or condo there. AND they have embraced Targets within the city limits. Targets with underground parking even!!
So, anyway, Chicago I am ready to embrace you. It's too bad you can't be a bit warmer in the winter. You can't fool me, I know you're MUCH more harsh than NYC.
Here are some pictures:
Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs!!! AKA BEST SHOW OF THE FESTIVAL. Good lord, I love this woman. My friend Josh took this and every other photo I'm posting. See how close we got?
Karen O again. This lady is a true rock star. From now on, I refuse to see any band/musican who doesn't deliver a PERFORMANCE.
LCD Soundystem, the 2nd best show of the night. Yes, better than Daft Punk. That's our hotel, The Congress Hotel, in the background. No Port-o-Potties for us!
There's Tyler in a chair, on the bed. That's me peeking out from underneath it. Makes sense.
Hanging dlux20s bras outside the window seemed like the only option.
This is what happens after Day 2. My guess is that we were dancing to Y CONTROL. Earlier in the day, we were karaoking to SPACE DOG by Tori Amos. Yes.
Why, Kerry, why?
I'm partying in a hotel! I'm 19 years old!
The dangers of dancing
?
Hey hey hey!
We are all seriously in trubs.
Tyler does not like kissyface.