Pee Weeing

Monday, we packed up some mango salsa, fancy beer and our camp chairs for an outdoor viewing of Pee Wee's Big Adventure at Millennium Park, sponsored by Bike Chicago. It was a fitting tribute to Hector, my stolen bike. It also made me worry that I didn't try hard enough to get him back.

The movie was shown in the Pritzker Pavillion. We met with some friends a little early to snag a patch of grass with a decent view and share our snacks. We also tried to chat, which was difficult with the blaring background music. The playlist consisted of every song they could think of with the word "Chicago" in the lyrics. Then they started playing songs by Chicago.
We get it. We're in Chicago.

It's been a long while since I've seen this film, and I liked it more than I remembered. Maybe it was the glorious scenery that colored my mood.

Mourning

If you see this bike, please throw a brick
 at the asshole who's riding it.

I was going to post about seeing Moonrise Kingdom yesterday, and the many ways it was reminiscent of my childhood romance (spoiler alert--mine ended in divorce). But that will have to wait because some ASSHOLE stole my bike Hector from behind my building last night! Where is the logic? It has little-to-no value. It was next to half a dozen much flashier bikes that were just asking for it. And yet, my sweet little work horse was taken against its will. I think the ASSHOLE must have realized I had some faith in humanity left, and decided to crush it. Also, I had a cable lock. That was dumb.

Sigh, there goes my transportation/exercise/tour guide for the summer.