You know things were cold in Chicago when you get back to NJ and 25 degrees feels balmy.
So yesterday, worked, had lunch at an English Pub (Elephant and Castle) (because that's normal. right?) Worked, had early dinner in an Italian village
Literally, the place looked like an Italian Village.
Being done with Europe, I took the subway to Midway airport which was oddly very easy. Much better than a taxi at rush hour.
Had a glorious flight home on Continental, while reading Cory Doctorow's latest, Overclocked. It was glorious because I had the whole row free. No mutants to fight for armspace with!
So that was my trip to Chicago, work, food, work, work, food, food.
Oh, and I added a picture of my arse on a plate.
