Sweet Home Chicago. Seriously. It's like we never left.
Today we rolled up to the Omni Hotel in Chicago. Nothing says "I'm fly" quite like a white economy car sporting manual locks and reeking of Febreeze. Nothing!
As we waited for the elevator Sarah turned to me and shared, "You know, it's really nice to stay somewhere familiar. I remember waiting right here waiting for you and Meagan. Do you remember that?" Remember? Who needs rely on my brain when a picture says a thousand words! After all, how many times does one wind up on the front page of Gawker (nee Valley Wag) caught on camera doing Jazz Hands? Evidently Sarah was not the only one taking a stroll down memory lane.
After stopping in at the registration desk, we went up to our room A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I swung the door open. The bellman grinned and announced, "It's nice to see you again!" He paused for a minute, then said, "I remember you from last year. Did you drive straight in from DC or did you spend the night somewhere along the way this time?"
Sarah's right. Staying somewhere familiar is nice. I'm glad we're here.