June 4, 2023 – a Sunday afternoon in Chicago
Ideally, this blog is a place where all things fifty-plus and fabulous will be discussed. Aging, job-hunting, parenting, dog-walking, beverage sampling. All good things, right?
This inaugural post discusses a major event that is affecting my life in a very immediate and adverse manner.
I asked when I booked the hotel room. “Why can’t I find a room for Friday and Saturday nights?”
“Taylor Swift” was the response. “She’s here Friday and Saturday. You should be good for Sunday.”
Now I know the phone attendant got it wrong. I didn’t think to check Tay-Tay’s schedule. I have troubles enough navigating myself. Like the time I woke the kids up early and drove them to school. No one else was there. I’d forgotten it was a holiday.
I probably cussed. My kids heard me cuss.
“Guess what?” I told them. “We’re going out for breakfast!”
Anyway, back to the hotel in Chicago. The hotel lobby is full of way more than 50 people. It’s more like a thousand, all waiting to check into their rooms, which is exactly what my daughter and I want to do. We decide to find a place to plug our computers in and work for a bit.
Fifty-plus minutes later, there are still at least 50,000 people in line. We pack up our computers and books. We check our bags in with the valet. We step out onto the Chicago street and start our search for a pierogi dinner.
Hopefully, when we return, the 55,000 Swifties will be at the concert. My daughter and I will then be able to get into our room and rest.