Well, I’ve been in Chicago for less than a day, and so far I have:
* Walked around in circles at the airport, and been mocked by the shuttle drivers.
* Attempted to step over a velvet rope and instead snagged it with my foot and caused the support poles to fall over with a spectacular clang.
* Tripped on some stairs at the restaurant we went to last night (and when I then said, “I am SO CLUMSY!” to Chris, she responded, “Yeah, I’m really hungry, too,” so thank goodness for dinner companions with apparent hearing and vision problems).
* Spilled water all over the hotel desk while attempting to make myself some coffee, because lord knows I am not awake enough to make coffee until I’ve HAD SOME DAMN COFFEE.
I’m so sorry, Chicago. Chances are I’m going to step on your toe, later. I swear it’s an accident.