For those of you who keep up with me, you know I'm afraid to fly. Like palms (and feet) sweat, I wanna cry at take off and spend the entire flight worrying how in the world they get that giant tube of steel to stay up in the sky!
Well, I flew yesterday! And I didn't die. I didn't cry. I didn't panic. Ok, so my palms were a little moist (that's for you, M), but I did ok.
Now I need to know people, what kinds of things are there to do in Chicago? Give me ideas!
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