My kinda town, Chicago and my kinda man!

I’m back! Chicago was a blast. I ended up extending my stay an extra day, and it was well worth the change flight cost. Starting with the flight, I still cannot understand why a 55-minute flight is always delayed.  I got through flying on my own; I realize it doesn’t bother me too much. I just get bored. I don’t mind the turbulence—it’s just annoying when I’m trying to sleep. Not as though you can sleep much in 55 minutes.

I also travelled the “EL”/subway for the first time in my life. By Wednesday, I had it down, and I did it on my own. I tried not to play part of the tourist too bad, but the camera did come out while riding the train. I spent a couple nights at the Indians’ games out at the White Sox U.S. Cellular Field cheering on my man. GREAT seats behind home plate. Afterward, we hit some club/bar Monday night called Buzz—it was their industry night, and it put Liquid to shame. Tuesday was filled with shopping, shopping, some eating, some walking around sight-seeing, and more shopping. Not like my broke-ass can afford anything in Chicago! I had a lot of free time while the guy was at work. After the game, 7 of us met up at The Grill bar for drinks. I was all frantic to have the new guy meet my Chicago friends. I was very flustered and nervous and impatient and… breathe. My friends loved him. And weird, we had Omar Vasquel take our group picture at the restaurant.

Wednesday, L. and I stayed in and raided the wet bar in the hotel room. It couldn’t have ended any better than just being able to relax on his chest on my last night there. He put me in a cab the next morning, and I felt a huge rush of sadness. But then, on his way back into the hotel lobby, he turned around to look at me. I still get choked up thinking about that moment — the Turn Around to Watch You Leave Look.

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