After flying in from Charleston early this morning, I had to sit ready reserve at the airport for four hours. During this time, I tried to be productive. I had breakfast, went for a walk around all of B concourse, then all of C concourse. Then, feeling frisky, I continued walking through concourses D, E, F, G, H, K, and L. You probably didn't even know half of those existed. If you're curious, L is where Spirit flies in, so if you're a sane traveler, you will never see this concourse. After getting some lunch, I went and got a flu shot. Yes, in the airport. Aren't you proud of me, Mom? At precisely noon, I left the terminal, checked into my hotel, and got wind that a friend of mine in Wisconsin, Greg aka Mr. Poopers, planned to drive down. With this knowledge in hand, I promptly readied myself by passing out, face down, on the hotel bed while Taylor Swift continued to play from my laptop.
Upon arrival, we went to a pub in downtown Chicago, where I ate a pretzel burger and half of Greg's quesadilla. Although I suggested he try and gain some weight prior to his wedding and lose it afterward, he did not heed my advice. We spent the rest of the evening walking around and taking pictures. We went to Millennium Park and saw the bean. Most of my pictures are unfortunately yellowish because I couldn't easily change my white balance settings on my simple point-and-shoot camera. It is the sacrifice I make when I have to carry my life around in a 22" suitcase.
We then took a stroll by the river. For November, it was a pleasant evening, not too cold, and the winds were calm. Shocking! Even this morning, I was afforded very nice views of the Chicago skyline as we lined up for our approach into O'Hare. It was very nice to also finally get out of a hotel or an airport and actually explore a place a little bit. Tomorrow I have a 12 hour reserve, so I'm not sure what to do during that time. It's hard to completely relax because I could be called at any time. We will see what happens . . .
