Ah, summer weekends. They're always packed to the brim with late night parties, outdoor concerts, short shorts and water fun. This weekend was no different. On Friday night I went to two birthday parties — first was Molly and Amy's at Astor Cafe, then Emma, Kate and Jahna's at XYandZ Gallery. Strawberry shortcake cocktails ... mmm ....
On Saturday, I ran around town with a different birthday girl, Isabelle, before heading to see U2 with my pal Georgia. The concert was mindblowingly amazing. So freaking rad. It completely poured rain, but Bono and his crew were unfazed. Someone told me long ago to make sure I saw U2 before I died. Mission accomplished.
On Sunday, I had all sorts of plans — yoga, errands, shopping — and wound up blowing them all off when my sister invited me to go boating at her friend's cabin an hour outside the city. That's one of the unspoken rules of living in a climate with short summers — if you're invited on a boat, you drop everything and grab the nearest bikini. Because god only knows it'll snow tomorrow.
Here's Bono singing the last couple words of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" before launching into "Where the Streets Have No Name." If you listen closely, you can hear him sing the words "Purple Rain" a couple times. Gotta honor our hometown hero.