How Rude!

So, last Monday, I met a bunch of fellow Kellogg 2 year students that will be entering with me. As it turns out, they were all really nice. Most of them were down right interesting. We had lunch at good ole' Buff Joe's. That night, we went out to Ravinia to listen to Die Deutsche Kammerphilharmonie Bremen do Beethoven's Violin Concerto in D.

The night went as many Ravinia classical concert nights go, with one exception. Remember the guys that would walk around with signs that said something like "Silence Please" or "Please be considerate to other concert goers" or something equally passive aggressive to get people to shut up? I remember them standing right over us when we were there, usually because Mikey and Johnny couldn't stop giggling at something. Well, this time, the attendants actually walked right up to us and told us to shut up or get out. About two minutes after the concert started, one said to Jen "I'm not kidding, quiet or move to the front [points toward the front gate]." I thought the guy was very rude interrupting our fun.

One guy in our group got warned three times. His name was Cannabis or Dope or Hashish or something like that. Jen has his phone number.

After the concert, we came back and rocked the house at the 1800 Club. It is going to take me a couple of visits to each place to get used to the fact that I drank at these bars four years ago. It turns out that the new Optima Views condos that went up right next to the building where Liz did her money-getting as an undergrad is trying to take away the 1800 Club's "patio license" so that they can't have people outside talking, eating, drinking and generally being happy. Just like Evanstonians. More uptight people rudely trying to get rid of fun.