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Crushed and Exhausted

Crushed-playlist o’ summer

Another festival season is damn near over. Color me crushed. And exhausted.
Summer’s end always makes me sad but as much as I hate to admit it, hopeful.
Don’t tell anyone I have a reputation to maintain.
By the end of summer, I’m fucking tired. I need Fall and as much as I even further hate to admit- Winter.  I need a goddamn break after all the lakeside bike rides, the sweaty street festivals, and the weekend-long treks back and forth to a festival.
I need an excuse to lay in sweatpants and watch Netflix.
It seems like an odd time to start a series about festivals and concerts perhaps.
Sure,  the concerts still rage on in the winter. Winter shows just have a different flavor. The wardrobe, footwear, and venues change but the music still goes on despite the notorious Chicago Winter.
The cold weather brings a time of forced reflection. A time to reflect and not be distracted by the warm day and the sunny breeze. A time to reflect on all that I love about a good show, what I adore about squeezing through a crowd to stand with a bunch of strangers just so I can be that much closer to the band. Yes, I also will bitch about what I hate and life rules I just wish people would abide by. My rules.
If people would just follow my rules but like in a no-rule loving way that just simply included some damn common decency as I see fit.
Perhaps this entry will be the first in a series about me bitching about what I wish people knew at shows, perhaps some helpful advice.  I’m not quite sure where this will all go honestly. Let me pretend to be wise and all knowing and use my concert knowledge for good not evil.
Ok, some evil but good evil, fun evil.

Full disclosure: Here I am bitching about winter and festival season being over. I am heading out to Riot Festival this weekend to put a nice little finish to all my summer shows.  I refuse to admit summers over until after Riot Fest.

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Catcallers Beware

Catcallers should all be shot

 

These ladies most certainly rock

 

Because what lady doesn’t swoon as someone screams out to her about her nice ass?

 

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In love with the moon:

Happy National Moon Day!
For as long as I can remember I’ve had a love affair with space. More specifically, the moon.
But really, how can you not?
This giant beautiful glowing orb that appears nightly, constantly changing, just hanging in the sky. If you need a daily dose of celestial beauty I completely suggest NASA’s picture of the day through IFTTT. It shares daily on my Facebook. Just appears, like magic.
It’s the perfect daily reminder that we are just a speck in a world of apparent magic, explained by science. I love the little notifications I get throughout the day of people agreeing that science is fucking cool.
I will still continue to take #shittypicturesofthemoon
It's all in the name of science.

X,
Sara

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Moms rock

Perhaps I did not have the most “normal” Mom. I don’t really know if a normal mom exists but mine is pretty kick-ass, nonetheless. I can’t imagine having one of those normal moms. It sounds terrible. Thanks mom for never being normal.

Thanks Mom

Thanks Moms for without you, we would all not be here and most of us would be much worse people without one. I’m thankful for the ladies who embrace being a mom and love doing it. I have no interest in the whole affair but I’m glad someone is and loving it. Moms come in all shapes and sizes, biological or not.

Moms- Thank you for all you do, all you’ve done and I look forward to crossing paths with the great people you all made. Cheers.

 

Moms rock on with your bad selves

Happy Mother’s Day!

 

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Fashion matters.

I swear fashion isn’t what you think it is. Countless times I’ve heard fashion doesn’t matter to me. So you are telling me you roll out of bed whatever material happens to adhere itself to your body is what you wear? Let’s just cover the naughty bits and get on with our day? Go on, try this. Please. I’ll wait right here. Let me know how this goes. In fact, simply put on someone else jeans, even in your size. Fashion does matter. We ALL choose things because they reflect who we are, what we reflect onto the world and what we are comfortable in. So tell me again, fashion doesn’t matter to you.

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