I wanted to conclude my horrible travel story. I was not able to get onto the 12:45 flight out of Pheonix. I waited around even longer for the 2:30pm flight, which was delayed for over an hour. Since the flight was late, by the time I got to O'Hare, I had already missed the last Metra train going north. So I had to call someone to come pick me up. But my cell phone was dead and my charger was in my checked bag. I had to wait in the baggage customer service line to find out where by bag went. I waited about 20 minutes in this line, which is not a very fun line to be in since everyone in it is pissed off because they can't find their luggage. Luckily the woman found my bag in the back room behind the counter. I tracked down the one an only outlet in this part of the airport, which was right next to an elevator. I pretty much had to sit down in front of the elevator doors waiting for my phone to charge. I eventually called Colleen and had to explain how to get to the airport (since she's never driven there before). Because of the stupid Tri-State construction, it took over an hour for her to get there. I finally got home around midnight.

From the time I left downtown Portland, til the time I got home - 28 hours.