My friend Bootz was here to pick me up on time (3:00 am), and he drove me to the bus, which in turn took me to Chicago O’Hare airport. The bus ride was uneventful. Imagine 29 martial arts practitioners from the Milwaukee area passed out on a bus. Not much else.
I’ve never quite taken a trip like this before. I usually travel alone, and I didn’t quite realize the difference until we got to the airport. Within minutes of arriving, we stormed O’Hare airport, and one attendant’s mouth dropped when she saw us march up in a regimented group. Hilarious.
Airport food sucks.