So, Memorial Day was the day that reality came along with a big ol' dose of "she's leaving, on a jet plane". Her flight wasn't until 3:20 pm, but with travel time and pre-loading time, we didn't have all that much time on Sunday.
More hanging out, making out, talking, breakfast, packing, Phish Food eating, next visit planning, etc. But there was always a tinge of sadness at the pending departure.
We finally got Cora packed and the car loaded, and we went off for dinner. Cora had never had a Chicago style hotdog. Yeah, I know!
Wait, what's a Chicago style hotdog? Drag it through the garden and ABSOLUTELY NO KETCHUP!
So we went to a local hotdog place, but it was closed. So, that means no Chubby Wiener for Cora.
So we went down the street to a little Chicago based chain called "Potbelly's". It's a funky, quirky little sandwich shop that is spreading across the country, and will be the next "Starbucks" but without making the same over reaching mistakes.
Then came the witching hour, and tearfully, we headed to the airport, parked, and took her bag to the Skycaps. And found out her flight was delayed for an hour! Back to the car for a little more of this…
We are SO giving credit to Sass, the Weather Goddess, for the delay.
But eventually the time came to head back in. I stood at the end of the security lane, and watched, and waved, and blew kisses until I couldn't see her anymore. Then, off to my car to sit in the cell phone lot until her flight took off.
Well, that was the plan. Locking my keys in my car delayed those plans a little while.
But, the airport assistance, in half an hour, I was off to the cell phone lot (normally, where you park for free, and when the person you are picking up deplanes, they call you, and you meet at arrivals), where I promptly fell asleep. I awoke and kept checking the BlackBerry until her flight status changed to departed.
And I drove home thru tears.