Oh, so we made it to Chicago, flight was everything but pleasant, damn, I think our pilot had a secret dream of being a racecart driver or something. After safetly being back on the ground we ran into the Golden Girls at the airport... Good to see Demanda again, and she was as usually wearing a fancy outfit, BAD never dissapoints...
Then we wen for food, and on the way back to the hotel we realized why Chicago is called Windy City... pie got her first hail experiance...