Lollapalooza Final Thoughts

All in all, it was an amazing weekend. I am really sad that I am not at a concert drinking Bud Lime right now, actually.

I was thinking on the weekend, and realized what made it so special for me. I grew up going to concerts, and we went to several a year. Music is really important in the Reid family, and live music is part of life. When I moved to Chicago, suddenly I was able to see any band that I desired, and it was life changing. I spent a lot of time by myself at The Green Mill, Schubas, The Vic, The Metro, etc, seeing everything I could. I distinctly remember one week where I only had $20 for the week, and G Love and Special Sauce tickets were $17. I weighed my options, bought the concert ticket and ate ramen and water til my next paycheck.

When Dad got sick and Fuzzy and I started dating, we got out of the habit of going. I wasn't up for being out, plus we had each other so we didn't need to go see shows. This year, however, we've seen a million bands, and it just feels GOOD. It feels like home.This weekend I truly understood the "dance like no one's watching" expression. I was able to let it all go and just feel the music and dance. I felt free. Unburdened. And to be able to share it with the man I love? Amazing.

Tuesday night, Fuzzy decided that we needed to sit down with The Reader and other concert listings so we can keep going to shows from here on out. How sweet is that?

Here are some other random pics for you, from Fuzzy's Flickr set: