Lollapalooza

It is Friday, people.

Hallelujah!

I've been working/clinical-ing my butt off since last Sunday morning.

But tonight, I will be amongst the sweaty hoards at Lollapalooza in Grant Park.

When visions of a "Taste of Chicago"-like crowd

(read: a flock of obese, sweaty, shirtless men, double-fisting fried turkey legs)
 creep into my mind,

I just close my eyes and sing Coldplay's "Fix You" until they disappear.

I'll also be armed with my own bucket of  Purell & toilet paper
to ward off the festering funk that accompanies such drunk summer festivals.

This will be the 6th time I see Coldplay LIVE with the huzz,

which almost tops the number of times I've seen 'NSYNC/JT in concert.

Almost.  ;)

Not a huuuuge fan of Coldplay's newest stuff, 

but here's a sure-to-please oldie that reminds me of our wedding day.

Look for me in the front row with my new pals, Gwyn, Moses, & Apple.
Happy Friday, m'dears!