Chicago was not only windy, it was cold, blustery, and mixed with a little thunder and lightning for opening day this weekend. (After an insane rain delay, I do believe the White Sox came out on top…but the only Sox I have eyes for are the ones out of Boston). Despite the angry weather (and the particularly sour folks at my hotel), the staff and crowd at the B&N were delightful. My friend Tehama, from back in NH came out to take some pics, and I was lucky enough to meet up with fellow Workman author Aneva Stout (stay tuned for her fabulously pink, excellent little book, The List: A Love Story in 781 Chapters, coming out in the next month!)
The sprint from the bookstore to the airport was a particularly funny one, since I was wearing the outfit above, plus a hooded sweatshirt, plus a denim jacket, plus a pair of jeans underneath the skirt (I had planned to make a full change from skirt to pants in the car ride, but it didn’t happen). It wasn’t until I got to security (and the officer asked me to please take off my jacket and sweatshirt and run it through the x-ray) that I realized that I looked like a complete fool. After managing to keep a straight face (sort of), I wriggled out of the halter top I had over my T-shirt, made my way to the gate, and shimmied out of the skirt. Ahhh, jeans and a T-shirt. Nothing better.
[ Posted on April 3rd, 2006 ]
