Saturday, March 7 - Monday, March 9: The 90s

On Saturday, I went to Beth's to watch the Lilith Fair documentary with some college friends. It was exceptionally strange to watch what was essentially a historical documentary, complete with grainy video footage and photos of young people in outlandish outfits. It looked like something from the distant, distant past. And it was! It was the 90s which, to me, seems like twenty years ago, but which was actually thirty years ago. More than a quarter century. There were no digital cameras. Etc etc etc. The dark ages. Later, when I asked my kids if they'd ever heard of Lilith Fair, they shook their heads pityingly.

I, however, do remember Lilith Fair. More accurately, I remember having tickets to Lilith Fair, driving to Pittsburgh with Molly and the Ainsley sisters, then sitting for hours in a long line of cars stuck outside of Starlake, until it began to pour and we heard on the radio (!) that anyone waiting to get into the venue should instead turn around and leave. We stopped at an Eat N' Park on the way home. "What a disaster," I wrote in my journal that day. (I excavated this journal last night, searching for any mention of Lilith Fair.) I offered few details about the experience, but I did note that we spent most of the Eat N' Park meal hysterically laughing about the trip.

I wish we'd gotten in. From the grainy, ancient footage I saw in the historical documentary about this long-ago event, it looked like a pretty great time.

Ancient, ancient history. If my kids watched this documentary it would essentially be like me at that age watching a documentary about Woodstock. The distant past. A different century.

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Andrew journeyed Monday morning from Florida to Peru. The girls and I have watched This Is Us and shopped for prepared dinners from Trader Joe's. We had lunch at Shake Shack on Sunday. Monday, the construction team pulled out the fireplace and created a drywall ceiling. Steps forward.