My summer has been awesome, thanks as always to my friends and family. I saw some of the most amazing things, met some of the best people, and had some of the best times that I can remember.
I sat with my brother Kevin and my sister Elizabeth in the rain at Millenium Park, listening to the Decemberists and Grant Park Orchestra celebrate music in Chicago. I got to see The Black Summer Crush rock the hell out of the Troubadour for the first time, and see them tear up the Viper Room the very next night. I watched the sun turn the sky to liquid gold as we left a raging lightning storm behind before landing in Chicago, and no one else saw it because they were asleep or hiding. It was kinda hairy. (Which reminds me... Midway is possibly the shittiest airport in the world.) I got to sit down to dinner, for my birthday, with almost my entire family and enjoy not only one of the best meals I have ever eaten, but also each others company for the first time in years. (We missed you David) I got to celebrate my birthday with my second family, with less eating and more drinking. I got to wander the streets of Vegas with a three foot margarita. I got to eat at some of the best greasy spoon spots that Chicago has to offer, and some of the choicest spots in L.A., as well as hitting Quark's Bar in Vegas twice.
I got to spend time with the best people that the world has to offer, and I feel priveleged to have known any of them for even the shorted period of time. Even more so to know some well enough to call them friends and family. Through them, because of them, these experiences were better. Or happened at all.
This summer I got to watch the lightning as it chased the stars.
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