What to do, what to do...

I'm on somewhat of a vacation.  Cracked a beer open at 10am.  As thanks for my hard work and efforts during a recent project, and also to compensate for the many many hours I put in, the boss told me to take a few days off.  The first stop I headed to was the liquor store!  Actually, that's not entirely false.  After getting off work on Saturday, I went to my niece's Baptism party.  By the time I got there the party was winding down and folks were leaving.  My cousin, the godfather, is in town on leave from his duties in the Army.  Suffice it to say, it was party time.  It still sort of is.

Yesterday was Lollapalooza.  It was my first time attending such an event.  I've been to see band, mostly unknowns, but I've seen live music before.  Of course, this being the only day I could attend and so the only one I bought tickets for, it rained.  A lot.  So, there was mud everywhere.  Fleeting thoughts of a highly commercialized Woodstock came to mind.  The band I wanted to see, we saw, but only for a few moments before the wife's tummy startled rumbling and her foot started tapping, and not in time with the music.

We saw the Foo Fighters though, and that was a blast!  Dave Grohl has got the sort of energy that could be rightfully bottled and marketed as Tiger Blood, accept no imitations.  There was a brief pause in the inclement weather earlier, but midway through their show, it started raining.  It's actually more accurate to say the clouds unzipped and pissed all over us.  Unfazed, Dave shouts in between songs, "We don't give a fuck if it's raining!" and proceeded to rip awesomeness from the strings of his guitar.

While most folks were enjoying the festivities in a somewhat civil manner, some swayed, some did the modified sieg heil with the metal devil horns, and some just passed around the pot.  The gentlemen next to me decided to do a little moshing and I spent the remainder of the set getting bumped into and splashed with muddy water.  When I gave them the look, one of the bros just said, "It's just water."  Which was true, and by that point, I was already soaked from the rain.  Of course, that didn't make it any less annoying.  Had I been in a more deviant mood, I might have reminded the fellows that it only takes 2 inches of water to drown a child and if they kept it up, we were going to have some experimentation on how much it would take for a grown teen.