I feel like orientation was a long time away but I also feel like I should finish the story. I probably can't remember everything but there's a billion pictures on mYsPaCe so hit that shit up.

So after I got my ID we headed to the airport. Every Philly flight we passed was cancelled. 2 o'clock, 4 o'clock, 6 o'clock. We were the 8:35. I was on and off the phone with Ken and I could hear the storm over the phone. We ALL knew it was canceled, but all they'd say was that it was delayed for an hour and a half (and I like how they told us it was delayed about a half hour after we should have boarded). We ended up sitting with this awesome group of people so the time went by fast. Ramone, a chubby gay hairdresser from Langhorne was also on our flight. Then there was this Texan couple, an Irish couple and another young girl with an accent (I want to say Australian but that's totally coming out of my ass) who were all on the way to Vegas. They were put on the plane and about a half hour later were sitting back with us. So at about 10 our flight was canceled and we raced to the front of the airport, back out of security, to rebook. The earliest flight was at 7am. Every hotel around the airport was booked. Fuck. Every seat was taken except a crowd of wheelchairs. I flipped shit and started being all dramatic and screamy. Finally chilled the fuck out and pulled two wheelchairs together to lay down. This kid ended up sitting near us and when my mom found out he was only 15 she made him come closer to us and we talked til about 1 in the morning. Smartest 15 year old I've ever met. His name was Aaron. We talked about politics and religion and about how his family is Swedish and they believe in the old Gods and it was really interesting but I can't remember half of what he mentioned. We were all so hungry and he found two big cookies in his bookbag and shared them with me. I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up I was alone and it was about 3am. I looked around and saw a huge ass line and my mom mouthed to me that our 7am flight was canceled. "The crew never showed up." BULLSHIT. We overheard that the flight was an "extra" flight put together, most likely just to get all the Philly passengers the shut the fuck up and peace out. They told my mom they could put us on standby for a 5am flight and my mom's like fuck that shit, you're putting EVERYONE on standby for that flight. So the only one they could book us solid on was an 8:45pm flight. So we finally get a phone number, some 1-800 place that could help us find a hotel. The only available thing was a Motel 6 in Arlington Heights. "Where the fuck is that?" -shrug- We got in a cab and it turned out to be about a half hour away in the middle of fucking nowhere. We got there at 4:45am and were told that if we paid right then that we'd have to check out by noon. BITCH WHAT. So we sat around about an hour until they finished their audits and then checked in. I showered and passed the fuck out. I woke up around 2pm and we walked down the longest street ever to a Denny's. By this time I hadn't eaten in about 24 hours so I got pancakes, an omelette, rye toast, hash browns, coffee and orange juice. We ate a lot and then the one girl at the register kept trying to talk to me about my piercings and hair and I'm like bitch I'm in the middle of nowhere, about 1000 miles from home. I'm tired and ugly and I wanna cuddle my fucking boyfriend. So I paid as fast as I could and ran back to the motel. We got to rest for another hour before our cab showed up.

The driver's name was Mike and he was our first American driver the whole trip. Motherfucker was the shit. He gave us his private number and told us he runs a separate limo service and to call when we're back in Chicago. HOLLA. We got stuck in traffic but I didn't mind since I was tiredtiredtired. Got the airport and our plane was delayed about an hour but we did actually manage to get on the thing and take off. I was in the middle seat and I really wanted the window seat and it seemed like the plane was full so I was like HOLLA and moved over and then of course, the last guy on was the guy who's seat I was in. I looked at him like I was a teeny weeny baby and said "but I REALLY wanted a window seat -pouty face-" and he's all whatevz. SCORE. So I look out the window for a long time and when we're about to land I took off my headphones and the dude talked to me, ended up being pretty nice and he wished me luck in college, blah blah.

Landed and Ken picked us up. I was so happy to be in familiar territory. I could smell the difference in the air - Philadelphia, you're fucking disgusting and I hate you but it was the one time in my life that I was so happy to be back. We dropped my mom at home, grabbed some shit and went back to his house and cuddled forever. He loved all his presents - a snow globe, shot glass (Yeah, he doesn't drink, but it had a little Al Capone in it behind bars which was HILARIOUS), and a really nice Columbia notebook because he's been wanting to keep a dream log, and I think I got him something else but I can't remember.

So that was Chicago. I was happy to be home with my big strong man but now I'm finally ready to leave again. I really think Ken will be the only thing I long for out there. I've been in Jersey for a week and I miss him so much even though he visited on Tuesday. And especially since I've been swollen and sick (fuck you steroids), I feel gross and insecure and I wanna fucking cuddle. The only reason I haven't had him come get me is cause I need to go back to the boardwalk to get him a Goonies "truffle shuffle" poster for his birthday (when he was little everyone called him Chunk. Aww, fatty.)

So yeah. I'll be gone in about twelve days and I haven't even begun to pack. All that's ready is the shit I bought that's already boxed. AHHHHHH.