We're surrounded by hippies

My little brother recently sacrificed a whole weekend of slacking off (summer vacation) to visit me in Chicago - I was most honored. That weekend happened to be the same as the Chicago Peace Fest, a three-day festival of music, activism and general frolicking in Lincoln Park. We spent one afternoon sitting on the grass, listening to a very jovial group of musicians dressed in (among other things) spandex and rabbit ears, while a number of stoners and flower children danced/hoola-hooped barefoot in a mud puddle in front of the stage.
















We also made the acquaintance of a friendly, albeit somewhat pathetic, basset hound whose owner asked us to watch her while she went to the restroom. The poor thing looked a bit embarrassed to be out in public. Hopefully we cheered her up some.