Mark….look up…yeah, man, 52nd row balcony, 34th to the right. See the big tall guy? Yeah, behind him….
See my arm waving wildly??? Mark, hey Mark…
You may recall that Saturday was a big music day for the Chicken family. We started with an all day folk festival and ended with a Mark Knopfler concert at the MGM Grand Theater at Foxwoods.
I’d be hard pressed to tell you which event I enjoyed most. Mark was injured and remained seated through the entire concert. This is going to sound shallow (because it is), but I really wanted him to be standing up. I don’t even know why. I just kept thinking, ok, when is he going to stand up. Uh. Never. See? Shallow. I never promised you deep chicken thoughts on this blog. Did I? I hope not.
He was great, even sitting down. Evidently he didn’t get my fan letter, though. He also apparently did not recognize me in the balcony, standing behind the tall husky guy and gesticulating wildly. Waving my Takamine…
Here’s a question for you: What does it mean that they had a contest for a free seat upgrade and I kept checking my test messages for the first hour and a half of the concert before it occurred to me that, out of the 2,000 people there, maybe I didn’t win….
I like to think that makes me an optimist.
The music festival, on the other hand, was FREE which is one of my very favorite words. It took place outside on a beautiful warm day and featured a dozen or more performers. The only thing that could have made it better, possibly, would have been the smell of grease. For some reason there were no food stands and this was disappointing to the Chicken clan. When I go to a festival, I want to start with fried dough loaded with butter, cinammon and confectioner’s sugar, follow that with french fries drowning in ketchup and vinegar and served in those little red and white checked paper containers, and wrap up with a pint block of ice cream dipped in chocolate and covered in nuts. Carnival Food. That’s what I’m talking about.
Here are some photos of littleb. In the first shot, post Del’s Cherry Lemonade, he is giving his crocs a bath in the fountain we found. In the remaining photos he is dancing to a drumming performance. He took his inspiration from several frat/sorority members, in togas, dancing wildly and under the influence of something; possibly several somethings. I did like that they had the foresight to dress for the occasion. I’m sorry, World. I didn’t even think to take pictures of the drummers or the drunken dance troupe and now I’m kicking myself. I have to start remembering these things.