Last night I accepted a last-minute invite* to go see a free concert with Seu Jorge at the Pritzker Pavillion in Milennium Park. The show allegedly started at about 6:30 but it semed like it had only just begun when we finally got there an hour later.On the way into the park, I think I saw a friend of the GF's on his way out. It was one of those weird experiences where you think you recognize someone and he looks at you as though he vaguely recognizes you too, but by the time you both realize who the other person was, you've passed by too far to turn around and say hello without looking silly. Needless to say, I left a voice mail at the GF's work number to apologize if it was indeed him. Of course, if it wasn't then no harm, no foul.
The concert itself was great, some because the music was upbeat and fun, some because the city is beautiful as afternoon fades into evening, and partially because we got to watch as the audience of wine-sipping, cheese eating young professionals turned into a crowd of sloppily dancing hippies. Swaying back and forth erratically with occasional twitches. I actually saw one women who seemed incapable of moving more than one arm at a time. She would dance with one arm spasming wildly for about 5 mintues, then switch over to the other one. It wasn't until the very end of the concert that she was seen to be moving both arms at the same time, swooping them both around in grand arcs as the concert came to a close. I can only assume that the music of Seu Jorge moved her so much that she was miraculously healed of whatever degenerative muscular/nervous system disease she was suffering from.All told it was a great night for a Thursday. Now, I'm off to Wrigley Field for the Cubs/Sox crosstown classic. Maybe I'll have pictures of the brawl, if there is one!
* All right, so I accepted a date after Wednesday - the rules girls can bite me.
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(see: liz armstrong's article on swinging parties in the reader this week... particularly the last third of so of the article.)
xj