this a fairly good description of mom and dad’s experience when travelling down to chicago to see pearl jam. please. chicago itself did not disappoint. not even with 90+ degree weather and 100% humidity, would that ruin the fun. but the concert on the other hand. it felt like mom and dad were in their own musical themed “hunger games” competition.
the day started off fairly normal, colin and i hardly batted an eye when they left. cousins lauren and caroline were around to play with. see ya! first stop once they arrived was to pick up tickets. a window at wrigley field will call for each letter of the alphabet. only 1 window for the letter “M”. see here’s where a great story comes in. mom begged (only half joking) for dad to take her name when they got married. for 2 very good reasons: 1, that who on EARTH can pronounce “michalski”??? (for the record its “mi-hall-ski”. ugh. mom sighs in defeat every time the grocery clerk annihilates it at the store each week), and 2, victoria is much better; less people are named with a “V” and it’s way less irritating being asked why you have two first names than suffering through mispronunciations.
but i digress. as they approached the line, seeing there was not a division into “Ma – Me” and “Mo – Mu” (or something of the sort) mom started sweating. they ended up getting stuck in the LONGEST of all lines to get tickets. see?! too many people with the last name “M”. which validates any and all arguments mom had with dad regarding changing last names.
finally tickets in hand, they head to eat lunch. mom and dad wax nostalgic about life before kids, before getting married. almost, it seems, before LIFE really got started… how appropriate should they then see this.
the#22. the bus dad would take to and from work at his first apartment here. it’s not really that special, they come every 10 minutes. but they took it as a sign. let ’em have it.
back to the digs to cool off and get ready for the concert (thanks leeann and pete!) no thanks to the audi a4 ding dong lady that parked right in front of their driveway gate so mom and dad could not pull in. a $150 ticket and a mad and confused woman later, the driveway was free!
all along this time mom and dad knew what they were in for. what comes with hot humid weather? storms. they hoped that it would roll through mid day and be free and clear by 7:30. oh no… that storm needed an entrance. but this was a momentous concert. the only one in the states in 3 years and then who knows when again? reason enough for the white sox and brewers fan to succomb to the cubs mecca. admittedly. its the most beautiful sporting location… and face it mom and dad don’t like baseball that much.
so they went. walked onto the field to get their seats, knowing the worst could happen. something seemed amiss when the band emerged over an hour late. at almost 8:40. the entrance by eddie was lackluster and the crowd seemed to know something was up. 6 very mellow songs in, he finally speaks…. they need to take a short break. bad storms a-brewin’. “do you trust me? (that we’ll return?)” he asked. several times.
(eddie asking ‘do you trust me?’)
they had to abandon our seats. it rained. it stopped. it rained again. they were stuck in the pits of despair known as the concession area. it was hot. and they were there with 10,000 other people.
mom had enough and they sat out in the stands while the last of the rain came. much better.
this was the scene waiting to be finally let back to our seats.
pearl jam did return. THREE LONG HOURS LATER. at (gasp!) midnight. what did they do all that time? we may never know.
an unforgettable concert. good thing pearl jam never disappoints.
mom and dad are too old for this. two a.m. came and it was done. the best and and the worst show. but that’s wrigley for you, right?
(2:10 am can you see it on the clock?)
the next morning dad continued his recovery from the night before in front of the tv. mom wanted coffee. or rather she wanted an excuse to walk. to feel like she still belonged to this city. she found a starbucks about a 10 minute walk away. perfect.
she wandered her way back home, not down bustling southport, but just one street off.
it seems like a world away. quiet. walking down lakewood it looked the same as the others she’s lived on. .
this is the best part about the city. minus the skyline. chicago has the best skyline…