You guys, that's not even the half of it.
Well, it is. Half of it. But that means there's a whole other half!
When I returned from my Epic East Coast Adventure, I reunited with my family for almost 3 whole days before making my way back to the airport. Those days flew by in a whirl of green
|When my daughter watched me pour this black and tan on 3/17 she asked: "and then it turns green?" rookie.|
|and packing of both the un and the re variety|
|The line that was supposed to be inside the terminal was all backwards and inside out.|
|OOooooooh, an incident! Ruh roh.|
|The crisis was narrowly averted.|
|And off I went into the friendly skies.|
|Love and adore this woman. Here we are after a delectable Indian feast|
|She's adorable even when she smells like fennel (gag).|
|The shower, though.|
|What's the point of an expense account if you don't enjoy at least one $36 breakfast? This one actually lasted me all 3 days of my trip.|
|It doesn't show up well, but the river was still green from St. Paddy's Day|
All that culture is exhausting, so we hit the cafe for:
|The World's Best Snack|
before heading back up Michigan Avenue to our pretty hotel
|and my pretty new room|
|This room was not all bed, but that's all I took a photo of. Because look at it. I miss all the beds.|
But enough about all that nonsense, because the next day after I finished my conference, I took a cab to the train to Jane's!
|The cab had a strict vomit policy|
It was such a fun night, catching up with my sisters and Jane's menfolk, whom I never get to see.
Like this one
|Look at the proportion of his body on that couch. He is 2/3 legs. I told him I don't like Samoas and he pointed to the door without smiling and said: "Get out."|
I didn't get a photo of Jane's husband Doug, but I did take a nice close up of the beer whose name we share a laugh over:
Eventually I made my way back to the hotel and the bed, and had one more morning of conference before Jane came to fetch me for a Day Of Fun
|Here's where I sat awaiting her arrival|
Grand. Doug met us for part of the ride, then we headed to a great restaurant in a great neighborhood for a great meal, none of which was documented. Sigh.
Jane bravely volunteered to drive me to the airport, but first we made one last strategic stop to nourish our hearts and minds and guts.
|The World's Second Most Perfect Snack|
|Thanks a lot, guy. What's your story?|
I am a lucky girl to have had so many travel opportunities that brought me to my very own people last month. It was exhausting and awesome and grand. I'd be okay if I didn't see the airport again for a while.
Next stop... ASHEVILLE!!!!!!!!