Pitchfork and fine weather

So this summer, the weather in Chicago isn't as idyllic as last year. It has been rainy, muggy, hot, or all three on many days. But we're finally starting to get some beautiful days in succession.

My friend Erin was in town visiting this weekend, and we had a crazy/great time. Friday night, before picking her up at the airport, I had a delicious dinner with a friend K at Le Colonial - the place is a representation of French colonialism in Vietnam, which is weird. But the food is fantastic, and the atmosphere quite nice for a Viagra Triangle joint. Afterwards, we headed over to Streeters to meet our menfolk. I loved it. It's like Moe's Tavern on the Simpsons, except the bartenders are really nice. There were like 15 people there on a Friday night. Half of them were in our party, playing beer pong and eating absolutely revolting hotdogs (but delicious french fries) from a nearby hotdog stand. I wasn't playing because I had to pick Erin up at the airport, and also because I don't really like playing beer pong.

Saturday, Erin and I took advantage of the decent weather and checked out the Pitchfork Music Festival. Vampire Weekend was as precious as I expected, and they tie for favorite show of the day with Jarvis Cocker (lead singer of Pulp, now doing solo work). Also, in the merch tents, I bought a fantastic unicorn shirt and we had our pictures taken for a music video of a children's song, or something.

After the show, had a quick bite to eat at Twist Tapas in the hood, met up with some gals, and then headed out to the Rainbo Club in the Ukrainian Village. I'd never been there but I really liked it. Friendly and chill like most of Chicago, with a fun photobooth, beautiful people, CHEAP drinks, and the nicest hipster bartenders ever. It's kind of far from home to make it a regular spot, since I don't even make a regular spot of the bars across the street from my house what with being an old fart and all. But I hope to make it at least a regular spot for when I feel like taking a cab to a bar. The funniest part was that there were probably 8 or so guys dressed up in Joker makeup, presumably having caught a screening of the Dark Knight earlier in the night. It made me wonder if they make it a habit of going out to bars dressed as Boba Fet, or Dumbledore, or Orks, or some other doofusy thing that I've never heard of. Anyway, despite encounterig scary Joker faces at every turn, we met some fun and interesting people, discovered new drinks, got in the photobooth and had a good night.

Sunday we slept, hurt, ate D'agostino's, and went on an architectural river cruise.

Yesterday, before Erin headed home (sniff), we went on a shopping tour of my neighborhood. There are a number of cute and resonably priced boutiques that I'd never been to because of my shopping addiction, but we did a good job and only bought one item each.

Good times!