sábado, julio 10, 2004
Cell Block Tango
I headed to the Taste of Chicago accompanied by 1.2 million Saturday (07/03) night for the annual fireworks display off Lake Michigan. If you remember hearing about the fatal shooting that took place Saturday night, don’t worry – I was a block away. The shooting happened around 9:30 Post Meridiem, but there was a scare around 8:30, in which the two events may be related.
Sarah and I were on the east side of Columbus Drive, around 600 South. Sarah was eating her Chicago-styled pizza slice, and all of the sudden we see these people recklessly running towards Grant Park. Sarah and I just look at each other, and are like “uhhhh, okay. What’s going on?” I couldn’t move much – I had just finished eating African-styled goat meat with sautéed plantains.
It didn’t strike us that our lives were in immediate danger until we saw mothers hastily running through waist-high bushes with their strollers first, and yes, there were babies in the strollers. Someone said there was a gang fight and a member pulled out a gun. Of course, as soon as we heard this, the logical people started walking towards Grant Park away from the Taste. A group of suburban white teenagers in their J. Crew® tops, New Balance® shoes, and Banana Republic® Cargo shorts ran into the Taste, trying to act all ghetto. They threw up their hands and started speaking with a southern-language twist, purposefully un-annunciating their Rs, elongating their As, and omitting (or improperly using) state-of-being verbs.
I found the song of the summer this past weekend. I heard it every time I was in the car in Chicago, but I never heard it in Ohio – it’s “Turn Me On,” [the remix, of course] by Kevin Little featuring Sean Paul. Five stars.
“That’s why I love it. I know all the words.” Michelle Tanner.
Sarah and I were on the east side of Columbus Drive, around 600 South. Sarah was eating her Chicago-styled pizza slice, and all of the sudden we see these people recklessly running towards Grant Park. Sarah and I just look at each other, and are like “uhhhh, okay. What’s going on?” I couldn’t move much – I had just finished eating African-styled goat meat with sautéed plantains.
It didn’t strike us that our lives were in immediate danger until we saw mothers hastily running through waist-high bushes with their strollers first, and yes, there were babies in the strollers. Someone said there was a gang fight and a member pulled out a gun. Of course, as soon as we heard this, the logical people started walking towards Grant Park away from the Taste. A group of suburban white teenagers in their J. Crew® tops, New Balance® shoes, and Banana Republic® Cargo shorts ran into the Taste, trying to act all ghetto. They threw up their hands and started speaking with a southern-language twist, purposefully un-annunciating their Rs, elongating their As, and omitting (or improperly using) state-of-being verbs.
I found the song of the summer this past weekend. I heard it every time I was in the car in Chicago, but I never heard it in Ohio – it’s “Turn Me On,” [the remix, of course] by Kevin Little featuring Sean Paul. Five stars.
“That’s why I love it. I know all the words.” Michelle Tanner.
