Current mood:	exhausted
Current music:	Little Britain, Season Two

In America you get ice with your water.
First off I have to say the second season of Little Britain is freaking hilarious! I mean, laugh out loud and hold your sides, hilarious. The introduction of new characters is tremendous, particularly the naked fat lady, the guy demanding bitty and lots of nudity. They have shown more dingers and bums than a Jenna Jameson flick. Best thing out of Britain since WHAM!

I wish I could say I am fully recovered from last weekend's SHIMMERing but I could seriously use about seventeen hours of uninterrupted sleep. Getting to Chicago last Saturday was a nightmare in itself. I caught a ride with my other half and Smartmark to the Andy on their way to Philly so I could arrive early to the airport before the snow really set in. We are about twenty minutes into our ride when I get a text message stating American Airlines has canceled ALL flights until Monday. Keep in mind at this point it has only been snowing not even an hour and the roads were simply wet. Argh Number 1. After killing a gajillion minutes on my cell trying to find an alternate way to Chicago Prazak comes through and strongarms American into bumping me onto United. Ok cool....

At the counter of United they tell me to do automatic check-in. However you can't do the automatic check-in when you have been put on a flight from another airline. So then I have to call from the United phone to clear it up and get my pass. I am on hold for over 10 minutes and then out that their phone line isn't working properly and the person on the other line can't hear me. Argh Number 2. So I am forced by the nice (sarcasm) lady at the counter to go back to the end of the line and wait another 20 minutes to finally get checked in. Argh Number 3. I get through security quickly and arrive at my gate with about 30 minutes to spare. Not too shabby considering. Time to board and I am on the plane sharing a row with a nice Swedish girl when the captain announces that we will be stuck on the runway for a bit and that the crew will be showing a movie to kill the time. In my head I am saying "pleeeeease show Walk the Line, pleeeease show Walk the Line!". Lo and behold-Walk the Line it is! Woooohoooo!! All is now forgiven with United Airlines.

I arrive in Chicago a few hours late but in one piece thankfully. I meet up with Dave "DP" Prazak, Sara Death Ray and Hollywood Tiana Ringer. We head into Berwyn, meet up with a few folks, have a yummy meal with bad service and keep our fingers crossed that all the gals make it safely to the show. But alas, we ended up three gals short.

Day of the show comes and IHOP is calling our names. The gals and I walk 3/4 of a mile (2 miles?!?!?!?!) and end up having a kick ass meal with great service. Best IHOP service EVER. We hit Walgreens to discover in Illinois you must show ID to get Advil Cold and Sinus. HUUUH? That shit was...well, you know.

Showtime comes but Lacey, Ariel and Martinez don't. Fucking snow. Despite the changes to the show I have to say everyone there gave 100% percent and then some. We had some great debuts, a fantastic rematch between Melissa and the 'Chif and yeah...K-Noxx showed up too. I will comment on her "knee injury" at a later time as I plan on petitioning the office about receiving a rematch. And being part of the office I have already approved it but I do not have final say. Bah.

After party is a blast as usual, I indulged in some cheat day pizza and an ice cold can of Coke. Which on Monday turned into 3 total cans. Apparently if Death Ray buys it, I will drink. Bryce and I hop on our flight home, I watch a little joshi on the way back. All in all a good weekend. But now I want some sleep!