We headed down to the festival on Saturday. It didn't take too long to get down there on public transit, but the bus was body on body with festival goers. Fortunately the air conditioning was working.
As we made our way all the way down the street we enjoyed a huge variety of music: rockabilly, jazz, Mexican, math rock, cover bands and poppy disco. The bands were doing a great job of pulling in the crowds and getting them moving.
Then on Sunday we went to the Tranzac Club to see Grownups Read Things They Wrote As Kids, which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Real people had volunteered to get up on stage and read from real diary entries (and stories and angsty poetry) from their childhood. Needless to say it was hilarious, and a reminder of just how weird we all were as kids.
Great weekend had. Here are some more pics: