Only in the city, part 383.

I was waiting for Scott after his show the other night, sitting in my car on Milwaukee Ave. A large man in a kilt and his group walked out of the sushi restaurant next to me. That made me smile, that a man in a kilt went for sushi. Then he climbed into his JEEP (!) and got his kilt caught in the door. I giggled out loud. So many contradictions in one short walk to a car.

I love living in the city.

Last night, we went to a friends' barbeque for the 4th of July. After the barbeque-ing festivities and after the band's performance (our friend is in a band and recruited Scott and his french horn to play in their gig at the party), we headed up to the rooftop of their 3-flat. And that's when I stepped into one of the most surreal moments of my life. Standing on a rooftop in the middle of the city on a gorgeous cool night, and turning slowly in a circle, I was surrounded by fireworks. Large displays going off in every direction on the horizon, in almost a complete circle around the building. Some closer, some farther away, but it was the strangest feeling to think that I was in the middle of it all. It felt like a long shot in a movie as I turned slowly around. It was truly breathtaking.

Happy Independence Day weekend to all!