It was relaxing with some tense moments; but most definitely the worst part about it was that I had to come home. I don't really want to give much of an update, but I will post some pictures.
Danielle and I at the Shakori Hills Grassroots Festival.
More Grassroots. Zach, myself, and Erin.
Nancy and Zach. Toothy goodness.
More toothy goodness.
Erin dances, I think.
Chicago, Fall break. Lawyer by day, Mechanic by night. My kind of man.
The Green Mill in Chicago. A really awesome jazz club with music playing and bar open 'til 5 am. Apparently, Al Capone used to frequent this place. I loved it.
Bad habits.
Museum of Contemporary Art. One of my favorite artists - Lee Bontecou. Her sculptures are so intricate and mesmerizing. I want to get inside her head.
Detail.
That One Guy. This show was AMAZING. His music is sort of...industrial? With a synth-poppy twist? And he plays a contraption he created that reminds me of the pole Luke Skywalker and friends used to hold open the trash compactor on the Death Star. He plays it like both a guitar and an upright bass. He also plays a boot and a saw. He is a musical and electrical genius. So much fun.
Action shot...sort of.
I'm going to be 22 in a week. Honestly, I really don't want to have a birthday. Not even an acknowledgment that it's my birthday, although it might be nice to have a visit from anyone who cares about me. I like to feel cared about every once in a while.