Why does life have to be such a damned learning process all the time? Learning, learning, so much with all the learning.
And it’s not like I’m learning the deeper meanings of string theory. I’m talking about basic human endeavors such as, let’s say, Don’t take the train to a sold-out show at Ravinia that features an artist you really really want to see, especially on a weeknight. Many parts of this directive are critical, apparently, but it wasn’t in the handbook. Breaking it down:
train = good for Shawn Colvin, for Ben Folds and Rufus Wainwright may require standing on the steps directly adjacent to the door, into which people will pile in at the next stop, with picnic baskets and chairs, before letting the poor unsuspecting commuters out
sold-out show at Ravinia = waiting six deep to board said train, sro on train, waiting in a sea of thousands to enter park, feeling lucky just to enter park before show starts, feeling lucky to find a patch of grass big enough to fit picnic blanket, feeling lucky to catch a brief glimpse of Ben Folds teeny-tiny head standing six-deep at the edge of the pavillion, feeling lucky you decided to listen to the second half of Ben Folds set from the train platform, which will be six deep with any number of drunk white people long before the show ends, knowing you’re lucky to get seats on the train, feeling slightly lucky at all to have gotten on this particular car, underneath an extremely loud bunch of people drunk on boxed wine
artist you really want to see = pavilion tickets yes, lawn seats next to video-game playing girl, not so much
weeknight = good for dinner at Irazu and maybe the first half of Law & Order, very sad when you’re not home and in bed until 12:22, feeling really horrible that you dragged your husband out there because he has to get up for work at 5:30
The one and a half songs I did see Ben Folds teeny head really brought this home, because as I suspected, he totally rocks out, and it’s something that needs to be seen. I almost bought a pretty cool forty-dollar track jacket that said Folds on the front, just to make myself feel better, but I resisted.
What I also want to know is, for the love of god, I knew I was too old for the Bottle, but am I too old for freaking Ravinia now?