The sun began to set behind the Rocky Mountains as I watched a ballgame in Denver. (left) The Rockies won 8-2, and I then went on to dance my pants off at the Michael Jackson tribute concert. All in all, this was the best night of the whole trip.
The previous night, however, also ranks high on the list. Reuniting with old friends, meeting new ones, and enjoying a backyard BBQ is hard to beat. Plus, Greg and I discovered this random dude, who has an eerie resemblance to another guy I know who wears a red (ketchup) hat. (right) His t-shirt says it all.
Driving across the plains is always dangerous because I get distracted by the crazy clouds. Luckily, someone else was driving while I snapped this photo of a fledgling storm. (left)
And how could I forget to include a pirated copy of the fan photo I had taken at Wrigley Field in Chicago? This was my first visit to Wrigley, so I went cheesy-tourist-mode all the way. The Cubs won 12-3. I had a fantastic time, especially since I sat next to this adorable retired couple who filled me in on all the good Wrigley traditions, helped me keep score of the game on my souvenir scorecard, and basically made me fall in love with Chicago all over again.
