Aug. 9th, 2009 01:02 pm
Lollapalosers
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monshu and I took the train down to North Avenue as part of our fourth attempt to get a new screen door from Home Depot (a long and tedious saga not worth going into). At first, I was surprised at the number of young hipsters riding during the lunch hour, but then it dawned on me: Lollapalooza. And I went back to reading Savage Love.
At Sheridan, my attention was grabbed by a screaming mass of teenagers clad in Northwestern University togs running for the doors of our car. Even once they were in (clogging up the space between the doors, naturally) they continued screaming and soon it became clear that one of their number had been left outside. He strutted up to the doors in a purple tank top, pulled them open, and stumbled aboard.
Twenty minutes past noon, and he was dead drunk.
The guy struggled to keep upright in the corner of the door while his friends clapped him on the shoulder and enjoined him not to hurl. At the next stop, they held him by the open door in hopes of getting him to puke out of it, but he waited until after the doors were closed to unburden himself. The rest of the gaggle immediately made noises about moving to another car. "Give him some water, all he need is some water," one girl was saying.
He did not need "some water", he needed to be put to bed. How anyone though he could be dragged along to a rock festival is beyond me. At North, three of his buddies packed him off the train.monshu and I gave them a wide berth as we passed them on our way out. As I was mounting the escalator, I saw one of the guys running toward the far end of the platform and yelling back to his friend, "NO MAN I GOTTA PEE FIRST!"
The afternoon was a bit unsatisfactory overall, but it only got better after this...
monshu and I took the train down to North Avenue as part of our fourth attempt to get a new screen door from Home Depot (a long and tedious saga not worth going into). At first, I was surprised at the number of young hipsters riding during the lunch hour, but then it dawned on me: Lollapalooza. And I went back to reading Savage Love.At Sheridan, my attention was grabbed by a screaming mass of teenagers clad in Northwestern University togs running for the doors of our car. Even once they were in (clogging up the space between the doors, naturally) they continued screaming and soon it became clear that one of their number had been left outside. He strutted up to the doors in a purple tank top, pulled them open, and stumbled aboard.
Twenty minutes past noon, and he was dead drunk.
The guy struggled to keep upright in the corner of the door while his friends clapped him on the shoulder and enjoined him not to hurl. At the next stop, they held him by the open door in hopes of getting him to puke out of it, but he waited until after the doors were closed to unburden himself. The rest of the gaggle immediately made noises about moving to another car. "Give him some water, all he need is some water," one girl was saying.
He did not need "some water", he needed to be put to bed. How anyone though he could be dragged along to a rock festival is beyond me. At North, three of his buddies packed him off the train.
monshu and I gave them a wide berth as we passed them on our way out. As I was mounting the escalator, I saw one of the guys running toward the far end of the platform and yelling back to his friend, "NO MAN I GOTTA PEE FIRST!"The afternoon was a bit unsatisfactory overall, but it only got better after this...
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