Okay, not really.
Because I certainly don’t think that the lovely Ms. Winfrey is, you know, reading my blog.
But I am in Chicago.
And look! Ice! ON THE WATER!
So far, I have two words to describe Chicago:
Anyway, I had a lovely flight. Read a magazine. Listened to music. Watched part of “Waiting For Guffman” and tried not to laugh too loudly lest I disturb the other passengers.
As we started the descent (it that the right word? is it even a word at all? yes. I believe it is.) into Chicago, I was listening to FryDaddy sing “Alive Forever Amen” on my iPod.
And you know, it was a mighty fine reminder of why I was even on that plane to begin with. And so I had me some church right there in seat 6A.
Finally, if you are very hungry when you reach an airport and think you would like some lunch, I cannot recommend any sort of stuffed burrito option. Because odds are, despite all efforts to the contrary, you’re going to end up with at least half of said burrito on the front of your shirt.
Which is why I’m about to go to the restroom and see if I can make myself presentable before I have to, you know, MEET PEOPLE.
As you were.