This is part two of my Chicago recap!
Part one, all about the 20sb summit, is here.
Part three is coming soon.
As the Fort Lauderdale airport came into view, I melted into a puddle of nerves and my thoughts were rattling inside my head, pulling in all directions.
The last time I was on a plane, I was unemployed, the skinniest I've even been in my adult life and stressing over how much I liked Phoenix, even though he was a giant flake. I wanted nothing more than to run away from my own life.
I let out a small, unintelligible whine as Penny explained to her brother that airplanes freak me out.
"Oh. Well, have you ever seen "Final Destination?" Penny's brother asked jokingly.
"SHUT UP," we both shouted in unison.
"You're such a brother," Penny complained.
I hate flying. It just combines a lot of things that aren't to my taste: people, small spaces, heights, gaining and losing altitude, ugly babies and that feeling in the pit of my stomach that screams, "God didn't gives us wings for a reason."
Add to that the additional stress of my luggage being about, oh, ten pounds too heavy even though I tried really, really hard. I mean, I only took two boxes of zebra cakes and three bottles of nail polish.
Fear of flying aside, we landed safely in Chicago and after a terrible and long cab ride, made it to the Congress Plaza Hotel. We put our stuff down quickly before we went out again to meet Sweeney for dinner.
It's funny. I feel like I know Sweeney. Not only in a, "I read your blog, you read mine" sort of way, but Sweeney is one of the people I've gotten closest to just all around. Meeting her was definitely one of the major highlights of my trip. There were a few awkward silences at that first dinner, but we were very meta about it, and spent a good deal of time just talking about how awkward we were.
After dinner, Sweens took us to Millennium Park to see the fountains and the Bean. We also thought it'd be awesome to walk across the fountain and holy cold water and squishy feet, Batman. After a while, Penny had to pee, so we headed back to our hotel and sat around for a while talking about the fact that the hotel was said to be haunted. Sweeney had a lot of fun pointing out all the places she thought the ghost was most likely to enter our room through and even reminded us about things coming out of the TV in "The Ring." Thanks again for that Sweeney!