Pink Trash Returns to America

On Wednesday, November 16th, I returned to America. Unfortunately, besides the Christmas gifts I had in tow for my family, I also brought back a terrible cold that refuses to leave. My first return visit has been plagued by a sore throat, nasal congestion and the impending loose cough to expel unwanted body fluids. As a result, my trip is somewhat depressing.

On Wednesday night, I ate chicken soup. On Thursday night, I ate tomato soup with grilled cheese. Finally, by Friday night, I ventured out of the soup zone to have McDonald's Chicken Selects before heading to Walk the Line - a wonderful movie detailing the life of Johnny Cash and June Carter.

Many have asked if Chicago seems different - if my views of the city, people and places have changed. My reply is non-existent. I can't honestly access the situation because I've focused my energy inward, to get better, and move on with my holiday. After all, I have Fat Girl Sunday to take advantage of including my trip to Taco Bell, Costco and Target to buy the new Madonna CD.

So hopefully by tomorrow, I'll be better. Though, looming on the horizon is a game night followed by the possibility of painting the town red. Can I opt for beige and being home by 11:00?