A majority of last weekend was spent in the airport to be specific. But, everyone probably already knows that because I was a complete drama queen all over Facebook about never making it to Chicago as we planned.
Our Friday afternoon flight was cancelled. We thought about going to a nice dinner, but instead we sat on the couch and ate proscuitto, salami, cheese and
After Saturday morning Bodypump and Starbucks with Sarah, it was time to head to the airport.
By the time we arrived at the airport, our flight was pushed back to 5:30.
We got a drink and called Benny’s Chophouse in Chicago to make our dinner reservation as late as possible.
The flight got pushed back to 6:30
We did some heavy reading.
And made friends with people who were trapped in Fargo.
Then, our flight disappeared from the screen. I stomped my feet. It was really effective.
Then, it appeared on the screen, changed to 7:30.
We didn’t even want to go anymore. We got a refund for my ticket, Country Boy changed his flight to the next day, so he could still make it for the business part of the Chicago trip. I cancelled my massage, he cancelled our hotel and our dinner reservations.
We went home to change and headed to Sarello’s for dinner.
I posed for a picture in the kitchen and pretended I was standing on Michigan Avenue overlooking the Chicago River.
When we got to dinner, and found out my dad had called to pay for dinner and tell them it was our anniversary, we forgot all about Chicago and our day at the airport.
The bottle of wine helped too.
And maybe the five course meal with the love of my life.
I got lost in the love and the bourbon glazed bread pudding.
We’ll never forget our one year anniversary.
Especially because on our actual anniversary, Country Boy left early in the morning to go to Chicago, and I ventured out in a mild snowstorm and managed to get stuck in my car. Not like my car got stuck in the snow, I mean… I. Got. Stuck. Inside of. My car. The door wouldn’t open. I called my husband whom had just arrived in Chicago, in a panick because I couldn’t get out of my car to go into ULTA to buy some nail polish. I had to crawl out the passenger door. I sent him this picture with a “Happy Anniversary!”.
The door works now and I still have no idea why that happened.