Well...I had a church that needed assistance over the weekend. So...I took a trip to Chicago to go see them. I got there and it was...well...what's a word for REALLY COLD? Well...There are many, but the bottom line is, -7 degrees just sucks. When I left it had warmed up like 29 degrees to about 22 degrees. It was snowing, and overall, was just miserable.
But things got better when I got a phone call from American Airlines to tell me my 8:15PM flight on Monday had been delayed to 9:30PM. Not feeling confident that I'd get out that night, I decided to chance it and head to O'Hare. While sitting in an airport bar, documenting my trip, I get another phone call from American, letting me know my flight had been delayed again, this time to 11:30PM. Loving life, I finally get on the plane. I got upgraded to first class, which was nice, but I just wanted to sleep, and they weren't serving a meal anyway. The guy sitting next to me was a complete prick. I needed to get up at one point and use the bathroom, here's how the exchange went:
ME - "Excuse me, do you mind letting me out to use the bathroom?"
JERK - "I guess I don't really have a choice now, do I"
ME - "Actually, you do, but you made the right choice by letting me out"
Then, he spent the rest of the flight singing. SINGING. Pretty annoying.
I concluded my awesome evening by stopping at Whataburger at 3:00AM to pick up a taquito. I love flight delays...
Other Stuff
My friends over at List of the Day continue to put out quality blogs. Some of their archives are awesome, especially this one on Glamour Shots gone bad. It's a must see.
Continuing a Lewis tradition, Dillon shaved for the first time, in 3rd grade. He was so excited. Now Kylie wants to shave. I'm waiting for her to grab a razor and go for it. If you know Kylie, you know she will, it's just a matter of time. I'll have bleeding legs or fingers soon, I'm sure.
Family is finally healthy. I'm a mess as the dry arctic tundra air in Chicago has really torn my sinuses up.
Heading to Louisiana this weekend. Should be a good visit. It's my grandmothers birthday and all of her kids, grandkids, and great grandkids will be there. I don't remember the last time that happened, and don't anticipate it will happen again anytime soon.
Peace out
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