So last night ended up being freaking awesome, even though nothing went according to plan, and I should have been worried about much other serious badness.

Anyways, so as you know, I got tickets for Brokeback Mountain, the added 11:15pm showing, which I thought was cool even though I knew I had to come in and work this morning.

As I'm driving back down to the Loop to go wait in line, I get a call from none other than SamFace! Calling me to say she is home from London, and just landed on our fine shores in Chicago (if Chicago had shores), and that I must come pick her up when she gets to St. Louis.

I was like, WTH? Damn, bitch! I JUST got tickets for Brokeback, and now you're gonna make me leave the movie early to go pick you up? Arghhhh!

But of course I complied, and said that I would come get her, because..I mean...as much as I love my Indie Movies, and the Tivoli Theater, and Sold Out lines chalk full of gay couples(it was like a KC concert x 10)...I do love my Life Twin more.

So, all through the movie I'm checkin my phone for time, and trying not to let my little flashy light distract the nice gentleman behind me (they were in front of me and moved cause they felt too tall, and didn't want to block my view..I heart them). I keep getting texts from Sam saying that she still hasn't left yet, so with each time her flight is delayed the more excited I get cause I get to see the end of the movie, and then finally go get her.

Which I did. (Movie was fab by the way, go watch it) And so I finally get to the airport around 2:00 (or 2:30? I'm not sure) and call Sam as the Airport security harrasses me about leaving my car..even if it was only 2 steps away, just to look around to see my little londonite dragging her luggage from somewhere. Finally we realize that yes, I am at the right terminal, she's just at the opposite end from the passenger pickups.

Finally she swings around the corner, and we rejoice and hug and knock over some luggage, before dragging it to my car so we can squish it all in.

As soon as Sam's in the car, she demands that I put KC on (which is extremely odd, cause Sam hates KC) and we jam a bit to that, before tossing in Melissa Ethridge, and ripping our vocal cords out.

We planned on going to IHOP, but Ivan was asleep and Abby was on a date...plus the fact that we got lost for about an hour and a half due to missing turns, exits, etc. from talking/singing.

So finally we find a road that seems fairly decent, and not so ghetto-scary, and make the journey back towards the city (somehow we ended up hella far away). I take Sam home, play w/ Lucas (the cat) bid her goodbye and good break, I'll only see her once more for the rest of the year (when she takes ME to the airport to depart for London) and get home at precicely 4:00 am.

4 hours later the sun is shining brightly, and I'm reminded to get up and go to work. Where the network crashed and I was inundated with calls from students taking their finals online when it happened, right after the one other person working this morning leaves. So I'm by myself, dilusional (i swear I keep hearing e-mail beeps, and more phones ringing), but I don't care because last night was fun. Ihop or no.

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