It's called windy for a reason

Can you believe it? Everyone was on the bus and ready to go at 8:00 am. That must be a record somewhere. We rode our 4+ hours to the Chicago area and stopped for lunch near O'Hare. To get there, however, we had a to stop along the way and play just a little bit. One of the rest stops had an actual playground with swings, teeter totter and a few other odds and ends. We ran into heavy traffic and resolved to use the time rehearsing songs. After a goat rope of a time trying to find the stake center, we finally arrived and quickly set up to run through the show. Steve was there as well as Liz to round out the complement of instructors/band members. The weather was 36 degrees outside. The breeze made it even colder. Suddenly, we packed it all on the stage and Dean took us downtown to a pizza buffet called Giordano's. Wow. It was good Chicago style and deep dish. We were running late as it was, and so we had only 30 minutes to eat because we had to be at our next destination before 8:00. The local police on the street held up traffic for us so we could board quickly and head on over to see The Blue Man Group. Three guys with blue faces and hands wearing black jump suits (they are percussionists) drum to anything and after seeing this show, you will never look at jello or twinkies quite the same anymore. The same goes for restroom paper towels, marshmallows and Cap'n Crunch. If you wear a hearing aid, leave it at the door. You won't need it. My head is still pounding. I guess the question of the night is: Was that vanilla pudding squirting out of their suits? After some photo ops with the blue guys, we loaded up and found our hotel around 11:30 pm. The temperature was 29 degrees. Brrr.