Summerfest

Friday evening, my friend Kim and I (she’s the one who I often go walking with, along with her mom) headed for Milwaukee, which is usually about an hour drive, to attend Summerfest, which is apparently the biggest musical event in the U.S.

My company gave me 2 awesome VIP tickets, which gave us a pass for some wonderful food, free drink tickets and a backstage seating area, sponsored by M&I.

We made it to downtown Milwaukee just fine, but then our directions became a little unclear and we didn’t see any signs for Summerfest. (If it’s such a big deal, why aren’t there signs pointing the way, I say!)

Above: Me, lost.

Above: Driving over the bridge.

After quite a bit of time (and driving 4 times over a fairly large bridge) lost downtown, we finally figured out where we needed to be, found a parking garage and walked toward the venue.

We walked and walked and walked…took advantage of the VIP tickets… and walked and walked and walked.

 

 

Above: Notice the beer pocket in the sweatshirts.

 

We wasted time trying on cowboy hats and browsing the craft market until 10pm, which is when the only act that we really wanted to see was playing – Dierks Bentley. By the time we made it near the stage (or as near as we could be), the crowd was buzzing with anticipation. People were pressing in all around us. Kim and I tried working our way through the crowd and got a bit closer to the stage, but there was barely any room to turn around and we couldn’t even see the stage. So, we weaved through the crowd in the other direction to see if we could get a glimpse of Dierks. But the crowd was still too packed, so we decided to head home.

By the end of the night, I’d had beer spilled on my feet a few times by people in the crowd, had two tipsy guys tell me they loved me when I gave them directions and was wearing a new summery dress. We drove home, listening to music and enjoying the air conditioning.