Chicago. Day off.
The crew loaded into the stadium today in order that the whole tour can have a day off tomorrow for the 4th of July which is, apparently, some kind of public holiday here. I did think about going down there but in the end couldn’t face it, opting for a day in my room still trying to get on top of the post-Glastonbury backlog of real life admin.
A few of us made it under the wire for the 11am breakfast cut-off, but other than that I barely saw anyone from the tour all day, only venturing out to scavenge for food after sunset. Chicago is a beautiful city and we are staying right down town. The Summer evening streets were full and lively, the weather perfect and a sense of excitement in the air at a day off for everyone tomorrow. It was tough to find anywhere to eat, as every single place seemed to be rammed to capacity, but did eventually find a place with bar seating. Once seated, I noticed Alastair, one of the 360 sound team, sitting on the other side of the bar. We waved sympathetically so I knew we were on the same page. I was struggling to stay awake, eventually admitting defeat at 10.30pm