Tomorrow morning I'm leaving the house! Piling into a car, driving to Chicago with Friends 2, 3, and Mr. 2, and then tearing up River North.
I will see new things!
Drive new streets!
See Book of Mormon!
Eat Eggs Benedict!
Watch the season finale of Downton Abbey while eating room service!
Stay an extra day because my family is just fine without me! Nyah Friends 2 and 3!
Live off a smaller version of my stuff. ("Whips chains whistles dildoes and a book.")
(Granted, I was humbled today by a Carnival Triumph "Survivor" who smugly said, "Well, I was fine, but some people who didn't have the foresight to bring a flashlight had a hard time." I've seen those packing lists that include flashlights, and I have always sneered. However, am I bringing a flashlight to Chicago? No I am not.)
So, you'll be seeing weird travel posts of photos of people you don't know and skylines you've seen hundreds of times. As a consolation, here is video of all the goats who scream like humans.