Chicago

    Since our first flight together to and from Alaska back in 2009, Colby and I have had to run to make it to several flights. We've never actually missed one... until Tuesday.

The sweet backpacks my parents gave us for Christmas a couple years ago.

     Our friend picked us up early Tuesday afternoon (July 24) so that we could stop at a costume shop (for Colby's Michael Jackson gig - a story to be told in a later post) on our way to the airport. Colby looked smashing as he tested out a few jackets.

     We got to the Atlanta airport two hours before our flight. But due to weather in Chicago, our plane arrived in Atlanta two or three hours late. We arrived in Chicago at 6 pm and sprinted to terminal 5. We could see the beautiful green Aer Lingus plane sitting right outside the window! But the doors had been closed and they wouldn't let us on.

So we spent the night in a hotel.

(THIS IS COLBY. It was a lousy hotel. The breakfast actually consisted of two cereal bins, coffee, and a carton of milk in a fridge. No wonder we got such a great discount from United!)

BUT (this is Tammy) we did end up having a good time in Chicago.

Colby researching our hotel options online.

                                          


We got up Wednesday morning and ate the very-not-filling continental breakfast at our hotel, packed up, and headed downtown. Our goal was to find some delicious Chicago pizza. This is where we were told to go:

The pizza was worth the 45 minute wait.

 


 


 


We got back to the airport and stood in line with a spunky lady from Ireland and her husband. The line was long, but they kept us entertained.

We were thrilled once we got on the plane to fly to Ireland!!!!!!