The flight to Chicago went without a hitch today. No delay getting out of Seattle, a little bit of rough air and a steep descent, but nothing sphincter-clenching.
My bag was at the luggage reclaim as soon as we’d walked to it, the shuttle bus to the hotel was waiting for us, and then after checking in we got an Uber to a restaurant… and then spent an hour lurching through rush hour traffic until I was ready to puke.
The restaurant was great though, a sparkling, chandelier-bedecked palace to 1950s gambling, where I had my meat of the month (an exquisite battered cod and chips) and then we strolled down to a crab bar and ice cream shop for dessert.
Then back on the train to our hotel, and ready to brace myself for four games of Blood Bowl tomorrow…