I thought I was clever when I booked my flight to Australia and chose to go through St. Louis rather than Chicago. Yeah… not so much. So after my St. Louis flight was canceled, I got to go to Chicago anyway. And what went from 20 minutes to catch my connection turned to -10 minutes to catch it. I ran two terminals but just missed it regardless.

So after spending 6 hours to go from Madison to Chicago I’m stuck here. Funnier still is that being the genius I am, I packed my jacket, hat and gloves in my checked bag, thus forcing me to run around 20˚ Chicago in sweatpants, shirt and Crocs :) Fun! American put me up at the lovely Wyndham Hotel (and by lovely, I mean shitty and by hotel I mean construction zone). Wyndham… where the free Wi-Fi is $10, the coffee is always Starbucks (and $3) and the beds are made of rubber.

So… long story longer… I’m off for my trip to OZ… part II (the revenge). Tah.

In a few hours, I’ll be leaving for Australia. Should be an entertaining trip! It’s currently -1°F in Wisconsin and according to the unofficial forecast for Perth Australia, it’s to be “Fucking Hot” (officially 96°F). It’s about as long of a plane ride as you can take… and will consume an entire day (I show up Wed!). But once I have a gut full of piss and grinning like a shot fox, my blood should be worth bottling!

Now, bugger off, I have to pack… feel free to catch up on some OZ slang if you’re bored…