I got home around 12:30 this morning after one of the most turbulent airplane rides of my life. Our part of the country was under a tornado warning (eight confirmed) and the line of storms stood between me and the runway. The pregnant woman next to me was raising hands and asking Jesus just to let her live until the baby was born and I was praying I wouldn’t toss my cookies in her lap. The woman to my right was snoring.
Either she had some mighty faith or she’d snuck a little something into her drink. At that point, I wanted WHATEVER she had.
My trip with Momologuer was so much fun. I failed to bring adequate footwear, my hairbrush, toothbrush, socks, and my phone charger, but didn’t forget my Visa or the six changes of clothes for 48 hours.
I was so anxious to get going that I also forgot to pack appropriate outerwear for Chicago weather. I was thinking warm and springy thoughts, and as I was walking out to the car in my lightweight cotton twill jacket, Mr. CPQ said, “Aren’t you taking a real coat?” I hemmed and hawed about it taking up room in my suitcase, but grabbed a leather coat that was hanging by the back door just to placate him and OH MY WORD did it ever save my bacon. It was freezing slightly nippy and the wind was so strong that I could literally feel it blow through the seams of my shoes the whole time we were there.
My flight out was uneventful. I had the usual can of tomato juice to accompany my salted peanuts which is weird because I never drink tomato juice on any other occasion and, quite frankly, find it a little disgusting in any other setting. I read a book that Whimzie had recommended to me, but I had to close it up 20 minutes before we landed because I sensed it was about to take a turn that would take me to the ugly cry and I didn’t want to alarm my seatmate.
Momologuer met me at the gate and we took the train into town and felt perfectly safe until a fellow passenger saw our suitcases and felt compelled to warn us about people faking heart attacks and picking our wallets.
I’m sure the Chicago Board of Tourism was ready to hire him immediately.
We kicked off the weekend with high tea at our hotel where we ate dainty things and plotted our takeover of Michigan Avenue. Both of us were busy last week and didn’t have time to set out a clear agenda for the weekend other than getting together with strangers I had met on-line and getting a pedicure.
From there we hit the pavement and started our journey towards tired, aching feet.
Have a nice day.