Late one Wednesday evening, the night before my birthday, my husband says he needs to give me my present a little bit early. He says I need to have it now, in order to prepare. Prepare for what, exactly? Looks like I am heading to Chicago the next day and spending the night! Alone! What time did you say my train leaves in the morning? 8:20 am, you say? And what time is it now? 10:15 pm? And you think that is enough time to prepare? And who exactly is going with me? Alone you say? To a city known for its nightlife and jazz clubs? Hmmmm….. Well, lets start with the train ride…
So I had it all figured out, at least for the amount of time I had to figure it out; I was going to wile away the time on the train figuring out my life’s goals, fantasizing of the french countryside and journal-ing my thoughts and dreams and whatever else I chose to do. I naturally assumed I would see Oprah, by the way. Um, yeah.
Then I met THEM! THEM? Oh the 3 guys that I thought were on a blue haired tour, but actually ended up being on a train to Omaha, Nebraska to mark off one of their events on their “Bucket List”. They even had shirts to prove it! They were 3 retired law enforcement officers, one from the Sheriff’s department, one a city cop and one a state trooper. Turns out the state trooper and I knew a lot of the same people! They asked if I would be their fourth in euchre. They also offered me a bourbon and Pepsi, at 9:00 am. I took the Pepsi, left the bouron and we never did play euchre. I think I was just plain intimidating.
The train was only 2 hours late arriving…not the TGV. But nonetheless, I arrived, ready to walk the 0.8 miles to the hotel and start my adventure!