Eloise

Here I am in a Holiday Inn somewhere near O'Hare, trying to suppress my hunger and waiting for the heat to work and playing with all the cool gadgets - like the microwave and the fridge and soap and free coffee and the TWO BEDS i get all to myself to play in and the big mirror and all the other wonders of a brand spankin' new Holiday Inn. Zoe said to me that it would be good for me to do this hopping around Europe before I got to Amsterdam because "I'd get used to everything changing all the time," and I guess if things keep going as unexpected that will be true. I am delayed a full 24 hours to Dublin, but at least my bag will be with me and I won't get there in the middle of the night, and there is a possibility that I might get to go play in Chicago for awhile tomorrow, since my flight doesn't leave until 7:20 and I've got all morning and afternoon to kill. Also, I am definitely going to check out all the nuances of this Holiday Inn, something that I never get a chance to do because we always leave hotels really early in the morning. While I was waiting to be rebooked, I saw a mouse peep out from behind the Customer Service Desk. Then I got onto five wrong shuttles before I got on the right one. I have a change of underwear and some toothpaste and deodorant, but no change of clothes. And for some reason I checked the part of my computer cord that works in American outlets, so I just have a European adapter. I haven't eaten since 2:30 and room service is closed, so I'm pretty starving. I am really excited though, and not that stressed out. I guess I am a woman of the road now. Being in this big hotel room all by myself makes me want to shout SCREW YOU at the state of Indiana for that time they wouldn't let Angie and I get a room because we were under 21. It also makes me feel a little bit like McCauley Culkin in Home Alone 2. It is really interesting (and lonely) not having a cell phone (I have my Dutch phone, but it is roaming here so I can't really talk to anyone). Anyway, I should go to bed.