Blown Away by the Windy City

There's something rhythmic about the hustle and bustle of the big city. The traffic, the people, the music, the noise; it's splendid. Before you know it, you have a certain bounce in your walk that you've never noticed before. There's an excitement that comes with the sky scrapers covered in lights. Something about it all put together provides a deep, mental exhilaration. I love it. I spent a great deal of my time in Chicago just staring and admiring the beauty of it all. The scenery was jaw-dropping. The worst part was leaving. If I could, I'd probably live there. I would miss looking up to see the stars, but there's just something about the atmosphere in the city that a small town simply can't provide. I fell deeply in love with it the moment we entered. Oh, I miss it already.

As you have probably assumed by this point, I enjoyed the trip quite a bit. I've always fantasized of being a journalist on the east coast, but I think I could probably deal with Chicago. *smiles* A highlight of our adventure, aside from the magnificent everything that just seems to seep from the air, was going to see the musical, Wicked. It was fantasmic! I don't think I'll ever be able to watch the Wizard of Oz the same way again.

For those of you who haven't heard a general summary of Wicked, or read the book, I'll sum it up for you. The basic plot is that of revealing the misunderstood tale of the Wizard of Oz. The musical explains the deception that lies in reputation and stereotype. It takes you into the depths of the story, showing you what the "Wicked" Witch of the West really went through. When I first went to watch it, I assumed it would be justifying her evil doings. Instead, it was proving them not-so-evil. It was a great story and an equally great performance.

The actual reason for us going to Chicago was to sing (and dance) in the Thanksgiving Day Parade. That part was fun, but cold. I'm surprised to see my nose is still attached to my face. I swore it fell of during the parade. My legs are stiff and sore from all of the dancing, but it was generally successful and a good experience. Not-quite-as-fortunately, I was stuck in the front row. That was odd, but okay I suppose.

The social aspect of our journey was, just to follow suit, also super. We all had a great time hanging out amongst ourselves and occasionally making a new friend. I talked quite a bit with the girl I stood next to, but I didn't ever get an e-mail address or anything from her. The only "new friend's" address I did get was Brian F's. Brian F.! He was pretty cool, and I randomly said hello to him, so that made it cooler.

One last highlight of my Thanksgiving excursion (I'm running out of different names for it.) was the dance. We all had a blast. I think my favorite part was when I slow danced with Sam. We started off with your average high school slow dance, but then we got bored. Thus, we felt the urge to act out the song's words. It was wretchedly amusing, and wicked fun.

I'm having way too much fun with adjectives today. I'd best stop myself before I get positively, absolutely, most definitely carried away. Oh crap, there it went.

:D God bless you all!
... and remember to be thankful.