Chicago greeted us with big, open, warm arms. Catching up on sleep was the main focus of the three days before Lollapalooza. Day one consisted of humidity so high that it felt like water was in your lungs, along with 95+ degree weather. The Windy City was true to its name on day two though, bringing 100,000 fans extreme thunderstorms right through the park, causing the whole lot of us to evacuate. So, there we were, all trapped in underground parking garages, suffering in the smoldering heat from exhaust of cars while the sky turned green above us. Picture the Chicago skyline. Imagine the sky tuning from black to purple to a strange green color, then mass hysteria as the rain pours, lighting flashes, and wind howls. Hundreds of people ran in every direction escaping what looked like a tornado, almost taking each other out. Loads of fun. Day three was the best, hangin out with someone my age helped, although no dolphin riding took place because someone decided to pop it. Atleast I got to hangout with Borris the blue dolphin for a little bit...
But after the tiresome days, we slept and got ready to drive sixteen hours to Fort Collins, Colorado.
That was the best drive. Mom sat in the back the whole way, and didn't really say anything. It was so cool! Once we arrived at the Albers home, I came face to face with someone Ive known since I was born and been completely and utterly shocked at who I saw standing infront of me. Joesph Albers, the redneck who wishes he was. That's all I'm going to say about that.
The rest of our time in Colorado was well spent, taking day trips to the Rockies and attending more concerts held in the city's old town and man, it was very crowded. Too many people, some of which I ended up becoming friends with on my last night. A whole bunch of Jewish friends. They were all do nice, and they all really like to drink. Kinda scary.
I wrote to you from the desert in Moab, Utah. Tomorrow we head to Vegas. Lets just say I'm excited...you'll find out why...eventually.
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