This past weekend was spent in Chicago celebrating Pride Weekend. I have pictures, they'll be up soon too. But it was a great weekend. Friday night was Indigo Girls and Brandi Carlile at Ravinia. If you haven't been to a concert there before, I highly recommend it. Wonderful environment. We then explored some local haunts before retiring to bed. Morning came really really early for a great round of golf. There were six of us so we split into a foursome and a twosome. As a member of the twosome, we were joined by two guys who couldn't have been more patient. They were not terribly more skilled than us which really lowered the stress of playing with strangers. Because we only slept for about four hours, we crashed pretty hard before hitting a block party and a bar. I don't know that I've ever been around so many lesbians in one place. In some ways, it was really comforting. In other ways, it was a little unsettling. I spent a lot of time people watching and became pretty aware that there were some obvious patterns having to do with neuroses and mental health. I want to think about them a little bit more before I make them public but it was really interesting. Sunday was breakfast with my folks, who happened to be in town for a concert at Ravinia on Saturday night, and then off to the parade. Plenty of sunshine and people to fill the afternoon. We had an amazing hostess, Tracy, who opened up her home and introduced us to some pretty cool folks. It was a pretty awesome weekend.
Oh! I'm not sure that I can do it justice by telling it here but I don't know that I've ever laughed so hard in my life. After riding a completely PACKED bus back to our parking spot after the concert, we were milling around before packing the SUV back up. Not any ol' SUV but a sweet pimpin' black Lexus with leather interior and bitching sound system. I'm not usually all that interested in cars but this was one amazing ride. Tracy offered to drive us back into the city so we were all gathering. Carrie, probably spelled wrong and the owner of the car, was riding shotgun. Tracy was having a hard time getting the car started. She had the key in the ignition and it was lit up to show that there was contact. But for the life of her, she couldn't get it to start. After Carrie shared her concern about breaking the key off in the lock, Tracy pulled it out to make the point that she was doing it right. Except it wasn't the car key. It was the house key that had a light up holder. And the Lexus key is the switchblade type where you have to push a button to make the key come out. No one had told Tracy that. She had been trying to start the sweet car with a house key. Her frustration and Carrie's directions made the moment hilarious. If you've ever known someone who when faced with an uncomfortable or annoying correction, mutters a rather defeated "oh....", you would understand the humor in the moment. If not, rest assured, Tracy was not drinking and that was not a factor in the incident.
This is how I spent my evening. Kim and Jared went to dinner and a movie so Robyn and I went to babysit. Apparently, both Ben and I needed a nap.
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