Apparently that monster storm took a right turn and headed 100 miles south to New Mexico. You know what that means? CHICAGO, baby!
The Smurfs came through, man.
I head to the airport in about an hour and unless really cloudy skies hold a plane down, I should be having dinner at Nacional 27 with Jen, Jen, Stacie, Tami and Tisha this very evening.
Which means I should be off the blogging radar for a few days. Unless I figure out how to do drunk texting. But when I am back, I am sure to have plenty of photos of 5 very lovely ladies and 1 very windy city.