loh-lah-pah-LEW-sah

I'm still not at all recovered from Lollapalooza. For one, a three day rock concert, vicious sunburn, mild to moderate auditory damage and total sleep deprivation followed by a full day of pretending to be a functional employee do not lend themselves to a quick recovery. Also, I was up until one this morning writing a paper and editing my photos. For YOU. For you GREEDY BLOG READING PEOPLE. The things I do for you, sheesh. It's totally your fault if I'm unable to focus my eyes for the rest of the day.

G. Love singing at Kidzapalooza, the kiddie tent. He does a bitchin' cover of The Elmo Song.

Craig Finn of The Hold Steady. This was easily my favorite show of the whole festival. He actually looks happy to be there, as opposed to Amy Winehouse, who surprised everyone by showing up and starting on time but spent her set looking like she'd rather be getting her teeth cleaned.

We missed most of !!! because Peter Bjorn and John had sound problems before playing "Young Folks" and Jen refused to leave. What we saw, however, was awesome.

This might be a good time to mention that we also left early on Friday and skipped Daft Punk. In retrospect, that decision slots in at #4 on EJ's Bad Life Choices List. You don't get to know the others.

Snow Patrol. You know how I love Snow Patrol, right? How "Chocolate" is the song I will forever identify with my early twenties? And how, even after Grey's Anatomy and radio overplaying and every sorority in America playing"Chasing Cars" at semiformal, I will always, always love them? Good, glad we're on the same page there.

And some token city/festival shots.


And then I find out this morning that my sister went ahead and edited all of her video, posted it on Youtube and completely outshone all of my hard work.

*WARNING: What you are about to click on is maybe the most embarrassing footage ever taken of a human being in the history of time, and yes, that includes all of From Justin to Kelly. I put it up here because I feel that as loyal readers, you deserve to know how much of a tremendous dork I truly am. I've not been shy about telling you this, but it has never been so well-illustrated until now.

Also, the reason I'm speaking like I'm in a bad community theater production of My Fair Lady is because Jen and I spent the entire weekend imitating M.I.A's accent. "Loh-la-pah-LEW-sah, wheh you aht?!" It seemed hilarious at the time, but perhaps you had to be there. Of course, now you practically will be.

Oh, and yes, I look and sound like a clown, but at least I didn't misspell "Chocolate." Nice to know that fancy college is edumacating my sister so thoroughly.



Awesome.