I arrived with a half-empty suitcase. I left Chicago with a bag so full of BlogHer swag ("stuff we all get") that I had to pay a twenty-five dollar fee. If I had known, I would have left the plastic martini glass and the box of shampoo samples behind.
I ordered a beer with my dinner in the restaurant. For the first time since I can remember, I was asked for ID. I said, "Really? You've just made my day! I'm turning 40 on Saturday!"
I gave myself plenty of time so that I wouldn't have to rush when I got here. I needn't have bothered. My flight has been delayed. I will arrive, as I left, in the wee hours.
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