Today John wants to go to the Strawberry Festival in Long Grove. Long Grove's an historic village less than a hour northwest (I guess, I'm kind of bad with directions) of Chicago. It has nice little shops (shopping!) and some quaint restaurants. Also appearing at the Fest today is-- surprise-- 7th Heaven (I picked a really good band to crush on... it seems they're performing at almost EVERY local fest, so they'll be where we are without much effort on our part).
However, I jumped on their website and noticed that this particular show is going to be unplugged. Unplugged? Not sure I'm going to like that. To me, "unplugged" brings back memories of second grade, sitting in a circle while the teacher with the shag haircut gently strummed "Puff the Magic Dragon." No. I don't want my concerts to be gentle. Although I usually shun excess noise in all its forms, concerts are different. They're supposed to be loud. Boisterous. High energy. Not musical Ambien. I expect to leave with a headache, a throat raw from screaming and possibly a sunburn.
The jury's out on this one. And I don't know what to wear (but that's a whole other crisis).
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