By the time I got to Chicago, all I had was a croaking whisper. They immediately labeled me "Lou" for the week-end. The best was when I spoke up in the Ladies restroom. I'm sure I gave someone quite a start.
Needless to say, it's hard to have a girls week-end when you can't really talk. I'm sure I strained my voice trying to contribute anyway, as I am still croaking and it's been 2 weeks. There is improvement, but I'm still more Lou than I am Linda.
Here's some pics to prove that I really was there.
Our view from our lunch at Fulton's on the river
My lunch the first day...I love an Iceberg Wedge
Indiana Jones in Legos
Just some of the flowers along Michigan Ave.
I bought some skinny jeans and a pair of black boots. So unlike the me. Hope to share a photo soon.