Yo, I'll be there in five minutes, five hours later....

so for some reason I was having hella difficulty leaving the chi. My flight was Sunday morning at 10:15am... I get up make sure I have all of my belongings together and I'm out the door. Anthony's supposed to be driving me to the airport, but we get the car and he hands the keys to me....that's fine. We get in buckle up...turn up the Common (if you ain't got dat...cop dat!) and are on our way. Driving down lakeshore...doing about 75 I realize...ha! yea I'm not gonna make it. I don't know where the time went, but it was not anywhere near being on my side. I still put up a good fight though. I sped down lakeshore, switching lanes, going around any car that was going too slow for me. Making a screeching halt up to Midway and yea came to the conclusion that it was a wrap. I go in and reschedule a flight for 4:45pm. Cool...I can do that. "Hmmm, I'll be on time for that." I leave and Ant and I go get some breakfast...a great meal can really calm you down...and I hadn't had breakfast in...wow...a long time. I ended up going back to sleep until like 2pm and since he had to attend a family function, I decide it will be ok to take the train if I leave in time enough. Or of course what I thought was "in time enough" because...Yea I didn't get there til....let's see.....hmm yup that's right about 4:35. Absolutely no possible way to have my bag checked and get through security with only the 10 mins I had to spare. So in line I go for another flight. I ended being standby for the 6:00 flight and sitting next to "Mr. Stinky-Breath", who insisted on talking to me and sleeping with his mouth open and sighing loudly, blowing his rancid breath my way. I ended up in Philly at about 9pm, my hair slightly singed from the hotness of that man's breath. And then....yup you guessed it...TRAFFIC!