Summerfest, as you may know, is the week-and-a-half-long music festival on the Milwaukee lakefront also known as the 'Big Gig'. My family hasn't gone in years, and there's a reason for that.
We're bad luck.
Every single year we have ever gone, the weather has either amounted to oppressive heat of the frolic-about-an-open-fire-hydrant variety, or driving rain such that it doesn't even matter how fast you run your wipers, you're still not seeing out of it. We came home miserable year after year after year and eventually we just all made a pact to never speak of the accursed place again.
I hit up a bookstore or two instead, meaning we have four new additions to the Rapid-Fire Book Club:
*Uncle John's Bathroom Reader: The World's Gone Crazy, by the Bathroom Readers' Institute
*Stupid American History, by Gregory, Leland
*The Shadow of the Sun, by Kapuscinski, Ryszard
*Kabul Beauty School, by Rodriguez, Deborah