“Of (expletive) course…” was the thought waking up this morning. Not only is it supposed to be 90-95° all weekend (hottest of the year) but the dose of rain we got this morning will add a swampy sheen to the weekend’s festivities. Heat and humidity are just the combination you want to avoid when wading into a field of 100,000 people suddenly relieved of the concept of personal space. Heat stroke, dehydration, electrocution and OD-ing on hipster irony are all valid concerns heading into what is supposed to be the largest (surely the most profitable) incarnation of Lollapalooza.
No matter, we blindly charge on.
At the most basic level, the draw to Lolla is a weekend of nothing in particular to do, with no particular time to do it. A weekend in the park with a plentiful supply of frosty beverages and something (anything) to see will do here in Chicago. As it stands four McGuffins will be risking life and limb to take it all in. Expectations are high for some and minimal for others. Monday we’ll piece it all together for you.