Our Panthers’ left Chicago late yesterday as champions. I guess the winter storm, which was initially cumbersome was a harbinger of our team’s success. By Sunday the roads were nice and dry for our two games out in Geneva. The rink was a beautiful facility with a great bar (thank you Chelios Pub and Grill,) but was quite far from civilization. It took an arduous forty-five minutes to get there the first night on questionable roads. The commutes Sunday and Monday were better, but still long. Thankfully, our games took place after the storm had stop and the roads were largely cleared.
Goalielocks played both games Saturday against local teams. I was happy to have remembered my beta blockers for the game. He played awesome game 1 and so did his team. They came away with a 6-1 victory. Fortunately, the victory was even sweeter for me. I was blessed to be able to watch the game with my dearest friend Jenny and her kids, who are Chicagoland residents. They’re awesome people and clearly good luck. It was quickly agreed upon that they would need to be present at the rest of the games as our good luck charm.
We ended our evening and started our Monday morning at the Ale House where it took twice as long to get our bill as it did to get our food. I don’t for the life of me understand restaurants that won’t let teams order by jersey number. They always insist it’s easier to do it their way. Ultimately, they find that their way wasn’t the best way. At 1:00 am in the morning it’s a bit aggravating to watch them enter and re-enter food trying to figure out what check the meal should be on. We didn’t get back to the hotel until after 1:00 and were absolutely fried.
I got up for breakfast, but Goalielocks was fried so he stayed in bed. They had amazing pancakes with white chocolate cream sauce and berries that had become his favorite. Fortunately, the restaurant was able to make and pack up his meal as I finished mine. By the time I returned from breakfast, Goalielocks was up and ready to eat. We didn’t have a ton of time, so I finished packing while he ate.
By 12:00 pm we were back at the rink for the 1:20 pm championship game. We booked our flight out of O’Hare for 5:00 pm, so I knew it was going to be tight getting out there. We were also meeting the hubby and my Mayor in Atlanta, so rescheduling was really out of the question. Especially since I had my hubby’s truck keys. The game itself was a complete gong show. The other team started head hunting early and we fed into it. By the end of the second period, more than an hour had elapsed. Our games Sunday were relatively clean and quick. This one was not. In the end, we had to leave early in order to get to O’Hare on time. Fortunately, we were able to beat the team we lost to on Saturday night, so our squad left Chicago as champions!
We raced to the airport literally and figuratively. Fortunately, the lines at security were not too bad. We ended up having to wait longer for the shuttle from the rental car center than for TSA. By the time we got to our gate, our flight was starting to board. It was complete relief once we made it on board. I texted the hubby our food order from the plane, since he’d be landing in Atlanta about an hour before us.
We finally started to push back and then we sat. Apparently, the tarmac was a bit icy, so our bird slid a bit out of position. Consequently, we had to wait for the ground crew to come back and push us out further. This was a first for us as travelers. As a result, we ended up with a ten minute delay, which wasn’t bad. Our flight was quick and fun. Goalielocks and I enjoyed dipping our Biscoff cookies in our drinks (coffee with Bailey’s and coke respectively) and playing a word puzzle game on my phone. The landing into Atlanta was hard and we took a bounce, but the flight was otherwise uneventful.
Thankfully, I had upgraded to comfort seats, so we were just behind first class. If we had been at the back of the plane, we may have had issues making our connecting flight. Our plane from Chicago arrived at gate C26 and our flight to Fort Lauderdale was departing from A2. We booked (don’t worry I didn’t run) as fast as we could through the C terminal and to the tram. After the tram, we were dodging obliviots that kept stopping in the walk-way to get to our gate quickly. It was well worth the effort as we were rewarded with familiar faces and some grub.
The flight from ATL to Fort Lauderdale is pretty quick and was uneventful. We were relieved that all of our luggage arrived in one piece quickly after we had gotten off the plane. After a forty minute drive, we were home. It felt amazing to sleep in my own bed. Meanwhile, Chicago got hit by freezing rain today with over 800 flights cancelled. We’re glad to be home and in the warmth. Overall, our weekend was amazing and one that we’ll always look back on fondly!