Saturday was the first lovely day we've had in Chicago and it was AWESOME. After an afternoon of drinking in the 'burbs and watching the White Sox, I met the ladies at the Metro for a Kathleen Edwards concert. For those of you unfamiliar w/ Chicago, the Metro is right down the street from Wrigley. There was a Cubs game Sat. afternoon which meant RETARDED drunk people staggering around the streets and bars of Wrigleyville. Then we became the retarded drunk people.
Kathleen Edwards is, as I like to say, a chick w/ a guitar. She's great even though she and her whole band is Canadian. Check out the clips below. Watch her rock out. We met her later in the night and she was nothing like she is in these.
6 O'Clock News
Back to Me
The show was great. We left and the consensus was that we needed food. On the way to food (across the street) things got silly. Shannon had ridden her bike to the show (I'm telling you-- super nice out Sat.) and tried to ride it in a profound state of intoxication.
Laura and Shannon on her bike
A lady was trying to take a picture of us and Laura had the genius idea that we should get on the floor to do it. I went along. Why?
We finally get to the hot dog place across the street from Metro. Again, for those of you who don't know Chicago, the Chicago dog is AWESOME. It's got minced onions, tomatoes, flouresent pickle relish, sport peppers, a pickle spear, mustard and celery salt served on a dog in a poppy seed bun. I was skeptical years ago and am now a huge advocate. Esp. after drinking at a concert.
The mighty Chicago dog
Shannon wanted additional pickles w/ celery salt-- straight no chaser
I have no idea why we thought it was a good idea to go back to the bar, but we did. And guess what? We met the band! It was super fun. I busted out that my grandmother was from Newfoundland (swear to God) and they were saying I needed more Canadian pride. I was talking w/ the bassist about the best Springsteen song ever. He had played w/ Sarah Harmer and I had seen her at Martyrs years ago. We figured out that he was w/ the band at the time and I joked that I couldn't believe that he didn't remember me from that show. It was so cool. Kathleen came in and was SUPER shy. Barely spoke to anyone that wasn't in her band. Pretty different from her onstage persona. But very fun.
Eventually a 60-something year old man from St. Paul started chatting me up and in the worst wingwoman move ever Laura left me to fend for myself. Luckily it was last call and I was able to interupt his story about leaving his wife of 29 years and say that it was time for me to go home. And it was. Good times, good times.
Laura & Kathleen Edwards' bassist
3 comments:
You make Chicago seem so much cooler than DC!
Oh No - Bad Form Laura! Never abandon your post!
well... well... I didn't know I had signed up to be a wingwoman. I was pretty sure we were all flying bombers solo all night. did you read the small print? In the future, give me a job description & I will perform appropriately. I was pulling teeth with the bassist & you came over, seemed to be hitting it off with him & so I figured it was my time to bail & let you seal the deal. (& perhaps to pursue the hot tall dude who was offering free beer 2 feet away). I did not leave you with the old man. he came later. don't tell me you don't remember eating soup either? No more slander of me on your blog or I'll have to file a suit. p.s. I'm going to butterfly again on wednesday.
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