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hey so uh yeah, I totally did this while in chicago, cause I am still that person:
worth it.
Chicago was fun, sort of crazy and miserable at times because I got really sick for two days, but other than that it was pretty great. We flew in Wednesday morning (stayed with Amanda the night before and her brother and his bf and our friend Jaro and it was a good time drinking and eating tacos and playing video games). Went to the Art Institute after we landed, then Amanda and I napped cause we were dead, then out to a reading, then chilled at the hotel that night. Up at 8am Thursday for AWP panels (and a great breakfast), the bookfair, etc. Miller's Pub for dinner, then the Roosevelt Theatre for Margaret Atwood, then the AWP dance party! It was sort of crazy: 200 white people drinking free alcohol and dancing terribly to 90s hip hop. It was silly but fun. Friday, morning panel then lunch and sightseeing, then a fantastic flash fiction reading, two more panels, then home to get ready for adventures! That's when we went to Angels and Kings, and then somehow ended up at a sex shop, then to a sports pub for more beers (which I almost fell asleep on).
Saturday was ick. Late start, then three panels that I felt incredibly sick in, and immediately following the last, I went and threw up in the bathroom :( then back to the hotel to throw up three more times, it was miserable. Sunday I blearily made it to Navy Pier and the Magnificent Mile for shopping, with a light meal and lots of asprin. Still threw up that night, blech. Felt better on monday, so we did the sears tower and then got deep dish pizza for lunch before hitting up the subway to the airport to get home. I still feel a bit nauseous and weak, but ugh glad to be home. It was fun, but the weather was killing me (did see snow though!), constantly in and out from the cold, and then the stomach virus. Amanda and I were almost hugging the curb when we got to orlando-sweet sweet humidity.
worth it.
Chicago was fun, sort of crazy and miserable at times because I got really sick for two days, but other than that it was pretty great. We flew in Wednesday morning (stayed with Amanda the night before and her brother and his bf and our friend Jaro and it was a good time drinking and eating tacos and playing video games). Went to the Art Institute after we landed, then Amanda and I napped cause we were dead, then out to a reading, then chilled at the hotel that night. Up at 8am Thursday for AWP panels (and a great breakfast), the bookfair, etc. Miller's Pub for dinner, then the Roosevelt Theatre for Margaret Atwood, then the AWP dance party! It was sort of crazy: 200 white people drinking free alcohol and dancing terribly to 90s hip hop. It was silly but fun. Friday, morning panel then lunch and sightseeing, then a fantastic flash fiction reading, two more panels, then home to get ready for adventures! That's when we went to Angels and Kings, and then somehow ended up at a sex shop, then to a sports pub for more beers (which I almost fell asleep on).
Saturday was ick. Late start, then three panels that I felt incredibly sick in, and immediately following the last, I went and threw up in the bathroom :( then back to the hotel to throw up three more times, it was miserable. Sunday I blearily made it to Navy Pier and the Magnificent Mile for shopping, with a light meal and lots of asprin. Still threw up that night, blech. Felt better on monday, so we did the sears tower and then got deep dish pizza for lunch before hitting up the subway to the airport to get home. I still feel a bit nauseous and weak, but ugh glad to be home. It was fun, but the weather was killing me (did see snow though!), constantly in and out from the cold, and then the stomach virus. Amanda and I were almost hugging the curb when we got to orlando-sweet sweet humidity.