So, last weekend was a weekend of rest.
This weekend, we have Not Your Average Blogger's sister, Indiana, and her son, Eddie, visiting. It's been a quiet sort of visit with hours of euchre and poker, punctuated by golf and ice cream. If we get off our asses we will see the Museum of American History this afternoon. Then again, maybe we'll take naps instead.
Next weekend is the big high school reunion proving I am old and every bit as uncool as I was 20 years ago. Hopefully it will also prove I have a much better sense of humor about it. It's shaping up to be a whirlwind schedule. We (meaning me, NYAB, the Young Prince, and our faux pair,) leave Thursday night and drive to Fayettville. Friday I will get up early and do the 5 a.m. stuff for work, then we will drive to Orlando. Friday night we are going to swank it up in a Disney resort and I'm very excited to see my friend Bald Owl for the first time in 20 years and assuming all goes well, have the longest In Real Life conversation we've ever had. This won't take much doing, as the longest IRL conversation we've had to date probably consisted of, "Are you using that chair?" "Uh, no, you can take it."
Saturday we spend the morning at the Helliest Place on Earth -- taking the monorail from our hotel concourse right into the park! -- and then leaving late afternoon for the drive to Plant City and our PC-posh hotel (hahaha! where we have a suite! hahaha! assuming they didn't screw up the reservation! hahaha!) and a visit with the neighbor who watched me be uncool through high school. Then NYAB and I will hit the reunion while the YP and the faux pair live it up in the hotel pool, or with the DS player, or ... I don't know. Hopefully they don't set the building on fire.
Sunday we leave early-early and drive northish to Atlanta-ish, where we will have dinner with friends Kat and Harold and hopefully JC. I haven't seen Kat since she left Texas, Harold since I left Florida, or JC since I got married. So that should all be very entertaining.
Monday we drive home.
Then a week of work.
And then, on August 1, we take the YP to his first big-league arena-venue musical extravaganza: We're sitting in not-nosebleed seats to see Paul McCartney. I've never seen him in concert either, so at least one of us will appreciate it. NYAB saw Sir Paul before, but that was when he was married to his previous wife and I'm sure he will have more fun this time -- or at least he will say he did. At first I was waffling on the wisdom of this purchase, but when it occurred to me we've spent a lot more money on Red Sox tickets than we'd be spending for this, I couldn't resist.
What better way to kick of congressional recess?
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