Lolla Squad
The cab driver could hear the struggle to keep the panic out of my voice when I stressed to Tammy on my last phone call that this was my one and only shot. I NEED you to be where you say you’re going to be. All of my eggs are now in this basket.
Footnote - normally I’d be fine to get a hotel somewhere and enjoy myself in a big city. No big deal. Sounds great actually.
But one glance at Priceline almost took my breath away - did I mention it was Lollapalooza weekend? It was almost 11pm already, and you could go to community college for a semester for what these places were asking for a room. Not to mention I was already paying for a room in CR, one that I would not be checking into that night… and the cab ride from O’Hare downtown was more than the room in CR. Not great.
I get out of the cab at Tammy’s hotel AND LEAVE MY TABLET IN THERE, the only charged wifi capable device I had with me. I beg the valet for a phone charge. I call the hotel in CR, they tell me too late to do anything. I walk to the bar and order the stiffest drink possible. It’s a fancy place and I’m dressed like I just flew in from Myrtle Beach. I sit and think about my life’s decisions for a few minutes when out of the corner of my eye I see my old friend…
I found Tammy.
And she’s got a squad for Lolla weekend.
Perfect.
