I do fun things all the time. It just doesn't stop. This is one of the reasons I'm so behind in my blogging: I'm out having fun.
Did you know that Chicago has a major league soccer team?
Surprise! It's the Chicago Fire!
So we went to go see them light up the field. Duh.
As far as I know, the stadium is in the middle of nowhere, and really close to not Chicago proper.
We kept driving and driving, and we hit traffic like there was some sort of cattle crossing ahead of us.
There wasn't. Just Chicago Fire fans, going to the game.
We parked (after a very unorganized entry payment system that could have easily been improved upon by taking our simple ideas that we came up with in under 30 seconds) we parked in this HUUUUUUGE gravel/dirt/concrete lot and made our way to the huge glowing bowl. There was nothing around to distract from the lights of the stadium. The closer we got the louder it got. Cheers would pour over the bowl and into the chilly night air. And then I finally understood how Harry must have felt as he approached the pitch at the Quidditch World Cup.
We had the pleasure of sitting in the rowdy section. Immediately after we got there, a fight broke out! Sandy was a little ways behind us and almost walked right into the fight! She totally would have had beer and popcorn all over her if she wasn't saved by us.
It. Was. So. Much. Fun. I loved every second of it. The fans were CRAAAAZY, and I love a good group of crazy people every once in a while.
But seriously, not all the time. That would be too much for my sensible soul.
And yet, I want to go back.