I arrive at Navy Pier with two aching feet (it had been more of a walk than I had anticipated) and I had worked up a thirst. I didn't have many options, almost all the of the restaurants and bars on the Navy Pier were already packed with people hoping to eat/drink and see some fireworks without leaving their table. I settled in with a weak margarita bought from a slurpee machine. I settled on the edge of the pier, drink in hand and was suddenly confronted with a mouthy, slightly intoxicated woman. She began making small talk with me, and that's when I realized, drunk or not, she was really quite knowledgeable about the Taste of Chicago, as she claims to have worked there for many years. So, I chatted politely, learned what I could then stood to buy another drink from the slurpee machine and re-locate to a new perch.