Simple Life - Running uphill and Dancing out of the Cornfields

Oh the simple life.....slow indeed. I decided I was going to see about enjoying the festivities of quad cities. See what I am missing out on in the Midwest. So I head on downtown for the Bix7. It's the summertime. Who doesn't love a festival? Technically there is a race associated with it but that's Saturday morning and involves running uphill. I'm not in alignment or agreement with running or uphill activities. The closest I've come is watching the price is right. Now the yodeling is stuck in my head. Anyway I've digressed. Back to the festivities. Let me check go the crowd, right? I wonder how the parking is going to be? Oh well the joys of Iowa. It took me about seven minutes to drive there and another 85 seconds to find parking. Whoo-hoo! We are in business. So I walked through the entire festival in one hour. That is 60 minutes. And I walked throug twice. I stopped at the roasted corn for spot and a jewelry vendor. It started to sprinkle but even the rain was nice. I swear....SWEAH I didn't get wet. Saw a beautiful Black family ....first born son on the mechanical bull having a ball. There was a band playing though and teens strolling about in a non menacing manner and roasted corn and food truck fare. Just a simple small town festival. Aaaaaand I was out.

The I drove through an endless sea of corn...again to Chicago,...well Lombard was where I laid my head for the night. But after picking up a package (shouts to Amtrak shipping and the helpful customer service I encountered) I went to check out the magnificent mile. Ran up on (not upon) a dance party. Old school Chicago house. 'Twas fun! I was bopping but my dance heart belongs to 2  live crew and Jam Pony express. But I felt the love!!! All ages (mostly 40 - 55) all races (mostly Black) but all LOVE!! It was nice to see folks out with the kids and they have these dance parties all summer and a different genre weekly!! I took myself out to dinner afterwards and sat outside and ran into 3 dudes....2 of which had on the same outfit as me! Who knew a red T-shirt and cammo cargo shorts were the official uniform of kewl kids. Now this experience was different than the good ole Bix what with having to park in an expensive garage or having to risk a ticket but the energy...it was just citified and rhythmic! Well worth sailing through that corn sea.

Sunday morning I  went to a Lincoln Avenue festival to support in namesake where I grew up. It was meh but everyone was still Midwest friendly. My main focus was to hit up Batter and Berries but alas I had sleep for brunch and I stopped by a spot for some fish tacos that was friendly and decent but the sea was calling so I sailed back to Iowa.


Cornfield of the week:

Cobs of corn consumed in the last 7 days: 4