Friday night, Trevor got to go to Lollapalooza with Sean. Sean had been invited by Perry Ferrell himself at a party at the MCA. Sean had a VIP pass, so those two stinkers got to see Radiohead from a velvet-roped area while sipping free beer and snacking on cookies. I was jealous mostly about the cookies. Trevor also just informed me that there was some sort of a family night at Soldier Field, and half-way through the Radiohead show, fireworks went off behind the stage from Soldier Field's festivities. It sounded perfect, really. Especially because of the cookies.
I had fun, too, on Friday night. My friend Rebecca and I had dinner at Jerry's on Division, then headed to the Rainbo for beers. We'd been there for about an hour when Jack White and a friend--both festooned with fedoras--came in and sat next to us for a bit. Of course the bar was buzzing with excitement. I recognized him right away because of my own experience with meeting him years ago backstage at a White Stripes concert with my friend Krista (she was the one who got us backstage--I was the hanger-onner). We stayed a while longer to see if anything more exciting would happen. Nothing more exciting happened, so we left and I came home to Trevor, who told me all about his cookie-filled evening.
Today, we're celebrating a belated Father's Day at Soldier Field with John and Fran Power, Sean and Angi, and Neill and Fran at the Barcelona football game! They're playing Chivas Mexico, and it's looking to be an exciting game, though Trevor told me this morning that Lionel Messi has been released from Barca to play for Argentina in the Olympics. Twice now we'll have seen them, and neither times we'll have seen Messi play. He's only one of the best players in the game. Bologna. Trevor's already sporting his Eto'o jersey, and I've got to figure out a cool (literally--it's in the 80s today) way to wear my Barca socks. The eight of us are going to eat before the game, and then we'll wander over to Soldier Field. Our seats are in the 16th row, first section off of mid-field. We're already spazzing out with excitement.
I've got two more days of school before I'll have almost a week off. I just have to collect some final projects and give one final exam--and then grade all of these things and turn in the final grades. Lots of 'finals.' But by Tuesday night, all I'll have to look forward to is the final wag of Henry's tale before he gets it docked. More on that later. Until then, kick, kick, kick, Barcelona! Goooo, Barca!
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