I’m on a wonderful trip to Chicago to find a new apartment. The hotel staff gave me a coupon for one free drink, up to $12. The thought crossed my mind more than once. Hey, it’s a new you in a new city. You’ll be fine.
But I’m awake before 8am hangover free. No praying that housekeeping would forget me. No laying in the shower wishing for death.
The coupon is on the table. It’s day 107.
