312, singing, dancing and running

Today was Summerfest in Lincoln Park. Yep, I slid into groupie mode once again and had another foray into 7th Heaven. Today's count-- two band members spoke directly to me during the show and one looked at me. Right as the concert was starting, lead singer Keith Semple said something like, "your only job this afternoon is to smile the whole time... like YOU are!" and he pointed at me. Yep, I was grinnin' from ear to ear because I was having a supremely good time. I like dark-haired musical little Irish boys a whole lot. Yesindeedydo.

Later Nick Cox said to me, "oh,YOU know this one!" after I screamed when he started singing The Outfield's "Your Love." I have absolutely no musical ability at all, but I understand that it's very hard for most guys to sing the high notes, so I appreciate that talent when I see and hear it. Wowzie. And I love that song.

Finally, during another song, the blond surfer-looking guy with the really cut muscles (I think his name is Mark) caught me looking at him and grinned. This groupie stuff is a lot of fun!! Maybe next time we see them, I can summon the courage to actually go up to them after the show and talk to them. Maybe. John thinks my whole regression to age 15 is the ultimate in hilariousness. Whatever!!!! :)

Food at the Fest was kind of disappointing... not a whole lot there. But they had cold 312s to drink, so I had a couple of them. Saw another fun band-- The Breakfast Club-- who did 80's covers, complete with punk hair and animal-print costumes. Singing and dancing for almost 3 hours straight was a lot of work, and I'm nearly deaf from being so close to the speakers, but it was a blast! We walked thru the zoo a bit, too.

Came home and felt really, really guilty for not running all weekend, so I jumped on the treadmill for a 5K. Blah.... drinking, singing, dancing does NOT make for a good run. I felt every bit of my 45 years and then some. But at least I did it. I'll take that for now. After 4 weeks of very mediocre runs, I'm feeling a bit disappointed in my efforts, so I need to somehow reinvigorate that portion of my life. I think I need to sign up for a race.