Saturday, March 28, 2015

And to think I used to make fun of Lolla

It used to be that Lollapalooza meant very specific and non-musical things to me.

1) NO CABS. Unlike Chicago's other awesome outdoor festivals, Lolla attracts lots of out-of-towners. Tourists don't really know their way around and consequently take cabs everywhere. Giving a cabbie an address is easier than trying to find an address on a map and then walk there. This means there are no taxis available for me. This makes me sad, because Lolla is always on the hottest weekend of the year and traversing the city leaves me late and sweaty.

2) Invisibility. Twenty somethings don't seem to see me. When they join me in revolving doors, on escalators, etc., it's as though I'm still alone. I'm irrelevant to them. Has it really been that long since I was hip? Yes.

This year, however, Lollapalooza means something else. Something wonderful.

Every summer, I do something special with my nephew. This year it will be Lolla. I'm already freaking out when thinking of those hot and smelly porta potties. But I'll endure anything for Sir Paul.


  1. I can't wait to hear all about this adventure!!!

  2. I've never been there... I think it would be too crowded... although I did go to Reggae On The River and the Peace Conspiracy festivals when I was younger, and it was okay. Do people camp there? I hope you have fun!

  3. Sir Paul and special nephew time are worth a couple of porta-potties.