you know what's fun?
Also, getting to the ballpark to find that there's a rain delay for about another hour even though it has now completely stopped raining.
Trying to get deep-dish pizza--hello, it's Chicago--later that night and the rain starts again. And the restaurant is packed and it didn't matter that you called ahead and all the other folks waiting are crammed inside because, again, it's raining.
So you've made it through the long day. You've gotten wet and dried and wet again. You saw some baseball and some Frank Lloyd Wright architecture and had pizza. You're on the way back to the subway and you get bad poo. And then you get on the subway and feel like you need a potty break again. You get off, you potty. You catch a cab, you stop him so you can break for the potty for yet a third time (in a Vietnamese place which could not smell less appetizing). You finally make it back to the bed and breakfast where, of course, you no longer feel the need to run to the bathroom every five minutes.
Chicago. Good times...
You make it home around noon. You wake up before 5am this morning to get back to the airport for a day trip to Dallas. You get there, get a rental car, get almost to your site and they call to tell you not to come. Huh. Too late. Well, you don't really want to go because they tell you no one will be in the office because the air conditioning went out over the weekend and it is literally 100 degrees in there. At 9am. So just a quick trip to Dallas and back home by noon.
Oddly, not in a terrible mood...
(Also? 47 days till the wedding. Eeek!)