My friend Denise picked me up at the airport . It had been a late flight, something like 11pm local time and I had already been up since 4am Chicago time, been to class, checked out of the hotel, sat in O’Hare for 3 hours and spent another 4 hours on the plane. She had worked that day and was tired too, not to mention she had just got over a cold. Plus her husband, who had been out of town for two months on a job, had just got back a few days before and they had spent a lot of time….um….reuniting.
We hadn’t seen each other in about 8 months. As much as we really wanted to do other things, we were both pretty beat. So the plan was that she would take me to the hotel, get me settled in, talk for a little bit and then she would go home and rest. We would have the whole weekend to talk, visit family, shop and anything else.
