I’m not even going to validate my laziness by addressing the fact that it took over two months to get started on this easy post. I blame it on … my laziness.
Chicago. July. Stupid Soldier Field. The sun had set over the vast wastewater dump they call Lake Michigan. It was night two of a two-night stand for GnR at Soldier Field. It wasn’t a sold-out show but there were plenty of middle-aged, living-in-the-past fans to crowd every merchandise stand, which was well stocked with foam middle fingers (still mad I didn’t buy one).
And then there were people like us. COOL people. We grappled through the long lines at the merch stands, bathrooms, and beer vendors and made it to our seats. Side note: Soldier Field needs more of all the above; also another exit or two would be great.