This past Sunday and Monday, one Sir Paul McCartney graced Wrigleyville with a concert at Wrigley Field. After a fun-filled birthday weekend, me and a few gals decided to cap off my entry to the 26th year with the Sir.
Emily and I headed up to Wrigley early and were greeted with Sir Paul’s caravan. As soon as he emerged from the car, 60-year-old women were seen jumping up and down, screaming at the top of their lungs and in tears. Most even had signs holding up. Grown men were running down the streets trying to catch a glimpse of the man himself.
Once we got a table, we weren’t sitting inside Wrigley, we ordered some beers and heard Sir Paul’s sound check. We immediately got goosebumps and didn’t talk to one and other as we didn’t want to ruin the moment. It was amazing.
It was also hot. Insanely hot. Thankfully, the sun hid behind a building and Sir Paul hit the stage right before 8:30. He played over 30+ songs, which is just insane. And he played every song you would ever want to hear. I must say, “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” brought tears to my eyes. Being with some of the best gal pals a girl could ask for in a city that I absolutely love while singing along to such a carefree song on a hot summer July night was so fantastic.
I learned on this night, that I sincerely hope I’m rounding up a gang of gal pals for a night in Wrigleyville where we just act crazy when we’re over 50. While the throngs of people were quite diverse, I found myself pulled to those groups of 7 or 10 women who clearly, came in from the suburbs and left their husbands and children at home to fulfill this lifelong dream.
We will be them. And if Sir Paul’s performance was any sign of his stamina, he’ll be there too.
An ex flame from college sent me an email with the subject: “Wow Look At You Now.” Despite not really enjoying this person anymore, I was intrigued so I opened the email.
He put in the lyrics of Travis’ “Watch in the Window.” I’m 90% sure this wasn’t ever a “song” of ours, so I was still intrigued.
He followed up saying this song is so beautiful and he heard it this morning on the way to work and immediately thought of me.
Weird. This song is about happy couples and the mark they can leave on the world together (i.e. children). And he and I are not a happy couple. Nor making babes, anytime ever.
At any rate, the song is amazing and it’s on repeat today. But I’m a bit creeped out by the fact HE sent. So I picture running through a flower field to Mr. Fifth Floor who rode the elevator with me this morning.
Growing up in a billboard ridden land, I’m used to reading billboards while driving along. And I was shocked to find some children actually live a childhood where they don’t know the lotto jackpot for the week or where Molly Brown’s fire stand will be so you can buy fireworks outside of your county as someone deemed them illegal.
When I came across A Love Letter For You, I loved it from the start. As someone who never drives, I’m constantly staring out the window when my nose isn’t in a book. Chicago doesn’t offer many reading options in the big city except for store fronts, their sales and other buses. Another reason why I love this project: it’s heavily based in community, which is a matter I’m personally invested in.
Here’s my favorite. And naturally, it got me thinking what I would submit. And also vaguely reminded me of that pathway on I-55 heading into the STL city (right around Afton I believe) that people used to rearrange cups in the fence to spell things out. Not nearly as advanced as this, but still effective.