dearworld:

2013 Chicago Festival Guide

It’s already that time of the year for the best season in Chicago: Street Fest Season!  Get out your koozis and friends for day drinking, art, music, people watching, cover bands and some 90’s one-hit-wonders play that “one song” that everyone knows (“It’s been….one week since you looked at me…”) and trust me, these band go great with vodka lemonades. Chicago Fest Season 2013!

*Disclosure: There are many more, as this is just a highlighted list.

May

• 25-26th: Belmont Music Fest (Lakeview)
• 30-June 2nd: Maifest (Lincoln Square)
• 31-June 2nd: Do Division (Wicker Park)

June

• 1-2: Lincoln Live (Lincoln Park)
• 7: Taste of Greece (West Loop)
• 7-8: Ribfest (Lakeview)
• 7-8: Blues Fest (Loop)
• 8-9: Wells Street Art Fair (Old Town)
• 8-9: Old Town Art Fair (Old Town)
• 14-16: Taste of Randolph (West Loop)
• 15-16: Sausage Fest (Wrigleyville) Hello, Abe Froman?
• 20-23: Chicago Craft Beer Festival (Old Town)
• 22-23: Pride Fest (Boystown)
• 23-24: Green Music Fest (Wicker Park)
• 28-29: Old St. Pat’s World’s Largest Block Party (West Loop)
• 29: Summer On Southport (Lakeview)
• 29-30: Chicago Country Fest (Lincoln Park)
• 29-30: Lincoln Park Arts and Music Festival (Lincoln Park)
• 30: Pride Parade (Boystown)

July

• 5-7: Windy City Rib Fest (Uptown)
• 6-7: Taste of Lakeview (Lakeview)
• 6-7: Rock Around the Block (Lakeview)
• 10-14: Taste of Chicago (Grant Park)
• 12-14: Windy City Smokeout (River North)
• 19-21: Pitchfork (Union Station)
• 20: Sheffield Garden Walk (Lincoln Park)
• 27-28: Taste of Lincoln (Lincoln Park)
• 27-28: Wicker Park Fest (Wicker Park)

August

• 2-4: Lollapalooza 
• 3-4: Chicago Summerfest (Wrigleyville)
• 7-11: Tall Ship (Navy Pier)
• 10-11: Retro on Roscoe (Roscoe Village)
• 10-11: Halsted Market Days (Boystown)
• 17-18: Air and Water Show (lakefront/wherever you can see the planes)
• 22-25: Festa Italiano (Little Italy)
• 24-25: Bucktown Arts Fest (Bucktown)
• 30-Sept 1: North Coast Music Fest (Union Park)

September

• 6-8 Windy City Wine Fest (Grant Park)
• 7-8 Guinness Oyster Fest (Roscoe Village)
• 27-29: Oktoberfest (Lincoln Park)

Hello festival overload.

Hello This is my “Our flight is delayed 3 hours so I guess whatever ice cream” face.

Hello View of Manhattan from my hotel. I know, right?

Hello Taking a break from meetings with an adorable mini @DietCoke.

Hello Foggy New York morning.

Hello Dying of clam and mustard cream sauce SoHo happiness.

Hello

Hello More view. #bragging

Hello Working with a view all week.

Hello First meal today. Farm chicken with burbon peach glaze and something something fancy come to momma.

Hello Me and my @herschelsupply bag are Ready for 7 days in SF.

Hello Stumbled into a new and used book store. #magical

nprfreshair:

Sometimes you just want to read something funny. Which is what this piece “I Tried Gwyneth Paltrow’s Diet” by Rebecca Harrington over at New York Magazine is. It’s not another run-of-the-mill making-fun-of-Gwyneth’s-expensive-savior-complex piece because, while Harrington has a sense of humor, she also has a genuine appreciation for the recipes and food and for the fact that Gwyneth is sharing them. Heidi and I both want to hang out with Harrington:

While making the meatballs, however, I can tell something is up. No. 1: They are green (they are made of arugula and turkey). No. 2: I can’t put them in tomato sauce because I have eliminated tomatoes from my diet. Instead, I am serving them with a broccoli soup that tastes mostly like water. What is going on? Yesterday was so amazing! When my guests arrive and I feed them the meatballs, I can tell that they hate them. One of them pulls out a huge bag of chips and starts eating them in front of me. Another one leaves to “actually eat dinner.” I am about to have a panic attack when I suddenly remember when Gwyneth went to a dinner party in America and someone asked her what kind of jeans she was wearing and she thought to herself, “I have to get back to Europe.” America is the worst. I say nothing about anyone’s jeans, even though I was literally just going to ask everyone about their jeans.

Image via Neurotic New Yorker

Hello being Gwyneth,

I read this and laughed so hard I cried. And then wanted to become Gwyneth, too. At least a little bit.