Don't Worry, I Didn't Die on the Plane from Chicago

I am just stalling until I figure out what I want to write about the trip.

Very briefly, it was awesome.

I only cried in public twice.

S and I took the best photobooth pictures and old-timey staged picture of us ever.

And we stood in a glass box 103 floors above the street.

We did lots of other things too but I haven't quite recovered yet, so stay tuned til I figure out the cleverest ways to tell you...