Yesterday, we attended the annual Hideout Block Party. I'm still not sure what exactly a block party is, but this one had lots of bands that played between two stages in a huge parking lot next to the actual Hideout, a popular music venue. It was long (9 or 10 hours), so we came in and out of it. It was great to see the (seemingly) hundreds of bikes there, and we got some free tickets for beer. One of my favorite things was seeing "Honeyboy" Edwards, who is now 93 years old-he looked so cool with his all-black Yankees hat (on the same day of their last game in Yankee Stadium, I just realized). I hadn't heard of him before yesterday, but I guess he knew Robert Johnson. Read more about him here. Another favorite was the coconut-curry over brown rice that a nice vendor from Iowa was serving-a nice change-up from hot dogs and barbecue, though we made our way to that stand a few hours later, carefully dodging the eyes of the well-meaning vegetarians. The New Pornographers played with Neko Case, but I was much more interested in Ratatat, who came in from New York. Very theatrical, graphic-y, tech-y band. But, by far, my favorite point in the night was when Jonah and I realized that amidst the hundreds of concert-goers that arrived by nightfall, we happened to be standing by the cutest one, a tiny little chair, that amazingly, was not trampled or even stepped on for the entire show.