For work I took a short 3 day trip tp Chicago for a conference. It has been incredibly hard to be away from the boy and my husband, but it was a good trip, although slightly interesting.
Monday I arrived, sad, lonely. I didn't know anyone. A good night to stay in the room, ordered pizza (ummm Gino's East Deep Dish with sausage...OMG), found an overpriced bottle of wine, watched TV (NO BRAVO!!!!) and skyped with the boy and husband before going to sleep. I left the tv on for some noise, knowing full well I wouldn't be able to sleep alone in complete silence. After I fell asleep I awoke to what sounded like a crazy loud car alarm and a mans voice telling me "There is a building emergency, leave immediately. Take the stairs and not the elevator." I jumped out of bed, turned on every light I could, grabbed my phone and realized my pj's were not going to cut it if this was a fire. I could not find pants. For my 3 day trip I believe I packed 6 pairs of pants. At 1 in the morning after being awoken by a man yelling at me and realizing I was probably going to die I was in a complete and utter panic about pants. Finally I found my pants from earlier, put them on, grabbed a sweater, my phone and purse and left. I began the descent down 11 flights of stairs. What earlier in the day I deemed was my good luck and a great view, I now was certain would be my death. As I and everyone else walked down the stairs I realized my pockets were sticking out of my pants. After numerous attempts to put them back in I realized my pants were on inside out. WTF. I was horrified. My main fear changed from me dying in a fiery death to everyone seeing what size my pants were. It was horrible. As I reached the seond or so floor they announced we could go back up. I now realized I needed to climb back up the 11 flights of stairs I had just come down. At 1 in the morning, with inside out pants. Awesome. I climbed up and arrived at my room the exact same time the guy in the next room did. We looked at each other and with great conviction he said "What the fuck.". Well said sir, well said.
Now as I sit in the lobby using free wi-fi until it is time to go to the airport...$10 for WiFi O'Hare? Really?..I have been privy to a very engaging and interesting exchange by what I can only call the D-bags sitting next to me. There are 5 of them. 2 are smoking electronic cigarettes, one just proclaimed he is from "Naperville, the richest suburb in perhaps the US" one d-bag name dropped about someone he worked with (who was just fired as a CEO of a fortuen 500 company, but hey, he is still famous, right?). Then they all spoke about some awesome new energy drink/pill/powder they were using to give them HUGE amounts of energy, which helps them in the bedroom apparently. Then as they were leaving they were complaining about the "fake" Starbucks in the hotel. How they use the wrong "shit" and the drinks take wrong. Finally they left. As I was typing I heard someone walking behind me being all d-baggy about the valet at the hotel. Something about taking keys. I began to wonder how many d-bags are there in Chicago, and are they all at this hotel. When he walked back out, still talking about keys, I turned around. Same rich d-bag from Naperville.
I have enjoyed this trip, I cannot wait to get home and see the boy and my husband, but I am glad I came.
