So I got tickets for the 8pm plane and then started to sit out the delay. At 11.45 we boarded, I immediately fell asleep and woke up at about 1.15am as we came in to land in Chicago. Reaching up I see that all of the cold air vents are pointing at me and decide that either the guy in the next seat is an idiot, an asshole or was driven to pettiness by my slobbering and snoring.
Off the plane, through baggage and outside where a drunken "New Yoiker" is acting as though the idea of a taxi line is an idea revived from 1940s Hicksville and keeps trying to hail full cabs "New York Style"
We get into our cab where a barely awake and constantly veering taxi driver sets off for our hotel. Miles later and with signs for Memphis, TN everywhere we arrive at the Holiday Inn Express. It's the kind of hotel where the 'out of order' signs are rotated daily and the wallpaper us held up only by the tar from a million illicit cigarettes. Breakfast is eaten in silence but you can hear the 'how did my life come to this?' internal monologue going on everywhere.
If the windows opened I'd be heading out of them and into the carpark in an unholy plummet.
Still we're here despite recruiter issues, venue issues, flight issues, legal issues, more flight issues and a budget tighter than a post Denis Rodmann reconstructed Carmen Electra.
Here's to Chicago
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