Out of Town

The Scene: Kansas City International (really? international?) Airport, 7:20pm

M is just realizing that after a random-sobbing-attack filled weekend with his family, his 7:30pm flight back to Chicago is going to be delayed for a while.

It starts out with just a weather advisory, a 10 minute delay. Then, via text from Chicago friends, M realizes that weather situation is severe. Weather.com has 70% precipitation for Chicago until 12am.

M checks with airline associates; the flight is now delayed until 8:15pm. Not too bad. M buys two cans of beer from the Wolfgang Puck Kiosk (why is this kiosk affiliated with Wolfgang Puck?). Starts to chug one. Coordinates a pick-up effort in Chicago based on the quickly spreading delay. He's not going to deal with the CTA after 11pm on a Sunday night after a weekend like this, who would?

Delay has been extended to 9pm. The Chicago team is on standby, armed with the flight number and the airline website. What can only be another delay announcement is muffled by the sounds of the Shiny Toy Guns Channel on pandora and simultaneously ignored by M who is working his way through the second beer quickly. It's already 9pm, obviously the flight is not leaving until 10:30pm at the earliest.

The looming question: what time do kiosks in the admittedly hick state of Kansas stop serving beer on a Sunday night?

Don't you find abandoned senses attractive?

Chicago is such a bustling place, it always amazes me when I find another really unique part of town. I was driving around Bucktown the other day, looking for a maternity shop called Belly Dance, but me and my friend got lost and ended up in Ukranian Village. It's a super hipster part of town, and it gave me a really different look at Chicago than the one I get at Loyola's Mag Mile campus and my Uptown home. It's just another reinforcement, telling me I made the right decision to move here. I can't wait until I have a real job and can look at apartments in all parts of town! Not just the cheap ghetto where I can afford to live.

Another story: I chugged three beers when I got home from picking up the supplies for my latest promotion because I was so pissed off at the manager. The dude who I was picking the stuff up from, the manager, took an HOUR AND A HALF to give me a t-shirt, hardhat and box of tissue samples. Seriously, I have shit to do! So I took the edge off with the beers, then I packed up my books and went to class. Needless to say, my notes are not very coherent (or existent, actually) from the first hour of class. Hey, college is almost over and I'm not going to be able to do this at a job, so I thought I'd take advantage of the anonymity of night class. Hell yeah.