waiting on my girlfriend to come visit

Waiting on my girlfriend to come visit me (Chicago)

That was about the saddest thing I heard this weekend.

I'm in Chicago. My boyfriend is in Seattle. I called him last night

after he got off from work (which, when he told me on Friday that he

had to work on Saturday, that was, at the time, the saddest thing I

had heard all weekend) and asked what he was doing. He said (quotes):

"Waiting for the girlfriend to come visit me."

It is that time of year. The time of year where I spend more time away

from home sleeping in hotel beds, eating dinner with other guys and

girls and talking through a tinny very far sounding device to get my

daily fix of him.

And for the record...he also said that everytime he gets out of our

Westin Heavenly bed at home, that it feels like he's getting out of a

hotel bed. Slowly but surely, I'm transforming our life into a posh

hotel environment. I think he's catching on. And yes...the Heavenly

Bed even with our older sheets and really needs to be replaced Duvet

Cover is a bagillion times more comfy than my Marriott bed. Even on

the Magnificent Mile.

So...Chicago. Today blooms bright and lovely. I get to see Traci in

about 20 minutes, do some real pizza (hint number one, Giordanos

stuffed pizza--perhaps the stuffed CHEESE pizza is all that. My

stuffed vegi supreme sucked. And by the looks of all the folks leaving

their extra pizza on the table instead of taking it with them...I'm

just being observant is all. Verdict: Sucked), hit Windy City

Scrapbooking and then off to spend some of the cash burning in my

pocket at the Renegade fair. Just got a message from a high school

fair that I will be back here (Chicago) in January. Note to self, I

will NOT stay at the Marriott Mag Mile. My room...freezing, tv with a

static line going through it, finally called them to fix it when it

got stuck on tv internet for some reason and the last straw...the

bathroom sink leaks. As in from the pipes underneath the counter.

Uhhhg.

Gotta go buy a postcard so I can send it on out to the most missed BF