When I was a kid, my aunt was kind enough to invite me to accompany her to Chicago for my cousin’s paintball tournament. I had never been to Chicago before, so obviously I had to go see the big city. Like many other girls, I wanted to get all dolled up before heading out. I wore an incredibly soft red dress that I was in love with, and some wedges. One thing that Chicago has plenty of is vents, and I ignored them because the ones in my city are never on. This was a mistake because I just so happened to walk over one that was on. Only to be met with steam scorchingly hot, and my dress being blown up to my neck around hundreds of other people.