Chicago Day 1The trip itself was difficult. Everything that could go wrong did. I never wanted to seek anti-anxiety medication more than I did on the brink of a panic attack at 6am in Orlando International. I remedied the situation with Cabernet Sauvignon (free, courtesy of a kind flight attendant that saw fit to pacify an inevitable emotional breakdown) and watching 12 Years a Slave. Sidenote, it is still a wonderful movie while drunk. Yes I was drunk at 6am. No that was not my first time drunk on an airplane before 7. I'm an anxious flier.
We landed safe and rested for a few hours before an appointment with my mom's aesthetician. Our decidedly not-relaxing facials consisted of microdermabrasion, extraction and cauterizing moles on my neck that I didn't know I had. I hated and loved the aesthetician all at once, but if I can look like I'm in my 20s forever I can forgive a little poking and scraping. We ended the night with White Castle, a kick-off to poor eating habits - but what is a vacation without them?