One of my girlfriends from college and I meet up every year in a different destination. She’s in a city without a decent airport on the east coast and I’m in the most boring town known to man, so it’s been fun for us to plan a long weekend somewhere new every year.
Of course, that didn’t get to happen in 2020, but in 2019 we picked Chicago. I’d just landed at Midway on a Friday afternoon when my phone started buzzing nonstop. There was some lousy weather pushing through off the Atlantic, and her connecting flight was canceled. She’d been rescheduled for the following day, so I was on my own for the rest of the night.
We had a dinner reservation at a really trendy seafood place, which I decided I didn’t want to go to alone. I opted to get some pizza at a little pizza joint by the hotel, and I headed to the bar to get a drink. In all honesty, I was exhausted. It had been a long week, so I just planned on getting a cocktail and returning up to the room to turn in early.