I’m writing today’s blog from the past, (Wednesday night). In case you haven’t heard, I spent my Tuesday and Wednesday in the exciting world of suburban Chicago. Oh and it was glorious.
I woke up at the fantastic hour of 4:45am Tuesday morning. The taxi driver didn’t try to make conversation with me on the way to the airport and I rewarded his kindness with a generous tip.
After flying in to Chicago, I caught another cab to our offices. I spent this ride listening to the different “American Taxi” drivers communicating with one another over the radio. The guy in cab 232 was particularly angry and impatient when citing his cab number. Every time I heard his voice repeat “TWO THREE TWO!” I had a giggle-fit in the backseat.
The meetings were fine, no big whoop. But there was a big highlight! A girl behind me introduced herself and I found out she used to live in Champaign, IL. I told her that I had a bunch of friends that went to the University of Illinois. When she asked me about my Estes Park water bottle, I told her that that was where I met all my U of I friends.
And she said: “At LT?”
Woah!!! Turns out she was involved with Illini Life (a church in our big association of churches on the U of I campus) and knew a boat load of my friends (including christinetwo). She’d spent a summer out at LT the summer of 2001.
Small world, huh? Also turns out we have basically the same exact job. She is the Schaumburg me. So, anyway, I made a friend and that was pretty awesome.
I skipped our group’s social event Tuesday night out of exhaustion, and after ordering some room service and watching the American Idol performances I checked out onto this:
Thank you, Marriott for making your beds so utopic.
The second day of meetings was fine, and now I’m at an airport waiting for my delayed flight to take off. I guess y’all have been having some some pretty bad weather up in Minneapolis, hey?
Okay, but here’s the thing: I just saw Dave Navarro heading toward the escalators:
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