Wendy City

Getting up at four am is never a fun thing and getting up at four am is even less fun when it's because you are going to the airport, especially the Houston airport. Which awesomely enough is called the "Bush" airport and right near it is a giant Haliburton complex, irony?

We got into Chicago on Tuesday morning and went straight to the hotel which happened to cost half one months rent for a night, queer? Yes, but...well I got nothing, it was pretty cool.

Business went quick so I had the evening to get a nice little tour of the city thanks to the lovely and talented Jasmine.

Chicago = good times. Highly recommended.

When I got back in on Wednesday I found that I had a small piece of silica jammed in the power cord port of my Mac. I swear I must have looked like a monkey not understanding fire trying to get that thing out of there. Though the really confounding thing was no one knew what silica was.

Anyway I think I'm going to start narrating my life. *I said before uploading photos.*

1. Six am
2. The room
3. The view
4. The Jazz
5. The bean