I've been dreaming Chris Stapleton. Not the artist, but the music. Lyrics bounce around my brain on repeat all day and all night long. I am a big fan. Just about every song is my favorite. The concert was a family affair and a good memory for sure. Just like nineteen years ago for the 100th...I'll revisit this night again and again. The bikes were roaring and the beers flowing and the music sounding. It was a great weekend to be in and from Milwaukee, and it was a beautiful night to be lakeside enjoying live country music and then smack dab in the middle of the city for post concert fun and priceless people/bike watching. We stayed out until almost bar time. I can't remember the last time we did that. Truth is that after being housebound for so long, I could have stayed even earlier later.
Smallwaukee sticks for good reason. You can pretty much strike up a conversation with anyone and find far fewer than six degrees between you. I both love and strongly dislike that about this city. Case in point...a kid commented on a my Harley hat and before long I realized that I knew his parents from when I was his age.
When we headed home Sunday morning, they were building the Eiffel Tower in Cathedral Park. Milwaukee is also known as the City of Festivals because we pretty much have one every weekend all summer long. Next week it's the French. I haven't been to Bastille Days in years, but I think we may stop by.
Mike suggested breakfast Sunday. We checked out and headed to a local diner to continue our short staycation. Breakfast out is almost always a vacation thing, but maybe it shouldn't be.
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