It’s the second weekend in August, and if you live in Chicago, that means only one thing:
Every year this weekend is marked by the proliferation of artists, vendors selling cheap sunglasses, various meats being grilled over open pits, fresh lemonade, obscure rock bands, and miles and miles of hot, shirtless men. They all converge on Halsted Street from Belmont to Addison– the heart of Boystown– and peddle their wares in the hot August sun.
I’m planning on being there both days. Saturday I’ll be assisting the Feast of Fools gang in spreading the gospel about the show by passing out flyers, taking pictures, and whatever else Fausto has in mind. I helped them with this briefly last year, and it was a lot of fun. Sunday I will be working at the Chicago Gay Men’s Chorus booth for a few hours, finding new members to sign up for the new season, selling CDs and helping to promote the Chorus. And while I’m at all of this, I’ll hopefully get a nice farmer’s tan. 🙂
And as exciting as all of this mayhem may seem, it only means one thing: Summer is coming to a close, so I need to get my ass out there and enjoy it while I can!