A couple of weeks ago I had a little adventure.
The adventure began after work on Thursday, with an Uber to LaGuardia. I had a flight booked to Chicago, a great book, and a window seat towards the front of the plane. I was all set, and eager to fly home for my Bridal Shower that Saturday.
I arrived at LGA on what turned out to be the biggest travel day in the airport’s history. Storms had cancelled most flights the day before, and the airport was packed with people waiting on standby, hoping to get onto flights like mine. But I wasn’t worried at this stage, since I had a window seat (and the previously-mentioned book). I sat down at my gate, opened my book, and heard an alert on my phone. There was more weather rolling in, and my flight to Chicago, along with many other flights that evening, was canceled.
I called Delta, assuming they’d put me on another flight the next morning. And they would have, if not for the fact that the widespread flight cancellations meant that every Friday flight, on any airline, from any NYC airport to any Chicago airport, was fully booked. They could however get me on a Saturday flight, which would have arrived an hour before my Bridal Shower was set to begin.
If it had been someone else’s Bridal Shower, maybe I would have risked it. But it was mine! And with the way things were going with the airlines, and the fact that I would miss my Bridal Shower if there was any sort of flight delay on Saturday, or any traffic leaving the airport, or anything at all that didn’t go smoothly, I didn’t want to take any chances.
So I called Greg from the airport and asked if he wanted to go on a road trip. Knowing how important my Bridal Shower was to me, Greg cancelled his weekend plans and immediately packed a bag so I didn’t have to drive by myself. I was initially going to rent a car from the airport and pick him up on my way out west, but, predictably, all of the car rental agencies at LGA were fully booked. Instead, Greg and I both took Ubers to the one rental agency in NYC that was still open, got in a car, and drove into the night.
We spent the night somewhere in Pennsylvania, woke up early the next day, and again hit the road. And my hero fiancé drove the entire way so that I could get work done, balancing my laptop, cell phone, and his wifi hotspot on my lap.
We passed some interesting sights (the birthplace of Thomas Edison) and some not-so-interesting sights (all of Ohio).
And then, after 13 hours of driving, we finally made it to Chicago. My parents greeted us in style, with dozens of roses, macarons, and my favorite sparkling wine: Cooper’s Hawk Almond.
They served some excellent food while we were there, including my favorite Chicago Deep Dish Pizza (and I’ve done extensive studies)!
As well as fresh corn, straight from the local farm stand. If you’ve never had corn in the Midwest in August, you’ve never had corn!
And because corn is a vegetable, but pizza surely isn’t, we made sure to get in some physical activity too to offset all that we were eating.
On our last day in town, Greg, my parents, and I rented three bikes total, and went for a ride along Chicago’s Lakefront Trail. It’s exactly what it sounds like: a trail that stretches 18 miles along the shore of Lake Michigan.
And it has the prettiest views. On one side you can see boats floating in the harbor as the waves (yes, Lake Michigan is big enough to have waves!) lap against the trail. On the other side the Chicago skyline towers above you, and you’ll pass familiar landmarks like Navy Pier and Lincoln Park Zoo.
And it’s fun!
It’s a great way to see Chicago while being active and enjoying yourself in the process.
Remember how I said we rented three bikes total? That’s because my parents were on a tandem bike! It was totally my dad’s idea, as I’m sure you can imagine!
Eventually we had to turn back around, the approaching Chicago skyline reminding me of just how pretty this city is… in the summer!
Worth the road trip, don’t you think, Greg?
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