Festivals

Traveling abroad allows one a chance to gain some insight on living in the states. The distance has allowed me the chance to really enjoy what I may have written off as kitsch before. We are guilty of many of the sins that the world likes to lay on us. But sometimes our glutenous nature can inspire greatness. Sometimes it can inspire a grand communal experience. Sometimes it can demand that we take to the streets and grill.

In Chicago the summer inspires everyone to hit the streets every weekend in a series of festivals. Some are based around the music. Some are based around a neighboorhood. The greatest are based around food. In honor of this I am attending something called RIBFEST (you better believe that is all caps). I have managed to wrangle a few friends to join me on my pilgrimage to this mecca of BBQ. It is right up the street and I have no doubt that it will be worth my time.

I called in sick to work today. I am sick. I have been sick. I continue to be sick. But I could have probably have worked today. I just wanted to enjoy what looks to be a gorgeous Friday in my Midwestern town. What better way than sample this glorious festival of ribs?