Chicago, Whata Helluva Town
I’m blogging live from Chicago O’Hare, which is currently sucking my soul dry. It’s hungry for my soul and I have so little left to give. So little. Currently, my flight is very delayed. Like I’m here for FOUR HOURS. YES FOUR HOURS. AS IN ONE MORE HOUR THAN THREE AND TWO MORE HOURS THAN TWO AND FOUR MORE HOURS THAN ZERO. Damn you math.
I’m wandering the airport looking for a free outlet to plug my computer in so I can at least get some work done. No luck. Every plug is occupied. We need wireless power already. I mean what year is this? Where is my jetpack and where is my mf wireless power! Where is my teleporting? Scientists, get on that shit. Why must you disappoint?
Anyway I hate flying to Chicago. I love the town but clearly they don’t want you to leave. They want you to stay here forever in the airport. It really does feel like Times Square here. Like people are just oozing from every corner. But they are mostly unhappy. Their flights are delayed too.
I was here for 24 hours for work. I spent the bulk of it here though. Actually I’m lying.
I wasn’t in Chicago. I was waaay outside of Chicago. My hotel was near a “gentlemen’s club”. There were many gentlemen indeed. Apparently the first hotel I was supposed to stay at had a beetle infestation and flooded among other issues. So I was rebooked. Beetles dude. Beetles!
Anyway, who’s at the airport? Let’s get beers!