I can hardly contain my excitement…

It’s hard to stay focused because all I can think about it Thursday.

Thursday.  That’s like two days away!  And I would put a little countdown button on my blog, but that’s so juvenile… and I’m above being juvenile.  That and it would require extra effort on my part and right now?  I have no extra effort to spare, because I need it all to stay focused so that I can get all my work done so that I can leave Thursday morning and take two days and spend time with the people that mean the most to me…

and…

Photo Credit:  http://www.zimbio.com

(OMG it took me FOR.EV.ER. to find a picture of them not in the same suits so I don’t have to read yet another comment from the BFF on their attire and how they never change.  Becki, I swear you will see them in something other than those suits Thursday night!)

Ok, so… the plan stan…

The kids and I are leaving here Thursday morning at o’dark hundred to quote Miss Jo-Lynne.  (See, I’m so excited I can’t even come up with my own funny words.)

Why, yes.  I am taking the kids.

Why not?  They aren’t going to the concert but when Mr. BFF offers to watch the kids in the hotel while we are at the concert then I’m going to bring them.  We can spend two days with friends, in DC, and have a good time.  (I knew there was a reason Matthew got hurt and couldn’t play ball… if he were playing, the original find a sitter for the kids, jet up to DC, hug Becki, Stalk Donnie, come home to VA in less than 24 hours would be a go right now.)

But it’s not!

School?

Oh yeah.  They should be in school on Thursday and Friday but I’m taking them with me to witness HISTORY and go to educational places like the Smithsonian and the Spy Museum.

My Dad’s rule was always that if we were out of school for a trip then we had to have some sort of educational lesson which might explain why I went to the Wright Brothers Museum every.single.year. as a child on the way to the beach.  I can tell you more about Orville and what’s his face than you probably ever wanted to know…

Except What’s His Face’s name.. because I said Orville and suddenly Reddenbacher was the only thing that came to mind…and he didn’t fly the first plane, he can just make darn good popcorn.

Anywho…

The BFF?  She’s a BFF for a reason, and not because she’s going with me to this concert even though she really has no desire to see the father of my future love child Donnie and the rest of the band formerly known as Nynuk.  (Seriously, is that not the dumbest name, ever?)

She scored us a room in a four star hotel in DuPont Circle, just 4 stops on the red line from the concert… meaning, I can stay longer… (but not past midnight, Donnie, so don’t wait backstage for all of us to clear the tour busses, k?  The last train leaves at midnight.  Thanks much!)

Four stars.  We’re paying like $25 a star…

It’s a hotel that my mother loves and prior to Thursday, I’d only ever seen the lobby.

But that’s all going to change on Thursday when we cram 3 adults and 3 children in that room.  (But don’t tell the hotel, because we didn’t tell them that we’re all coming.)

OMG.  I think I’m just as excited about the hotel.

And the spy museum.  Apparently, I’m going to learn if I would be a good spy.  I don’t think I would be.  But maybe if this blogging gig doesn’t work out, I’ll have something to fall back on.

Wilbur.

That’s Orville’s brother’s name.

Phew.  I was beginning to think that my father’s attempt to educate us so many summers ago was all in vain.

And, if Becki would go pick up the Flip Video camera that she won a few weeks ago because she knows what kind of cookies Martha Stewart likes, or some stupid trivia question she knows because her TV is permanently set on the Food Network, then I might have a REAL dorkumentary to share with you upon my return Friday.

Because we have to be back Friday by 7 because it’s Matthew’s first dance.

And I might be chaperoning.  After coming back from a New Kids concert.

Pray for my son please?

Are you reading this as fast as I’m typing it?  Because I’m excited and if I were talking to you right now, your head would spin.  I talk fast when I’m excited.  Wait.  I talk fast all the time.  It comes with being a yankee.

Ok, so I have to go work now.  Even though it’s going to be hard.  48 hours from now, I’ll be making my decent upon Washington, DC and I don’t think the city will ever be the same.

Until next time…

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