Bethany and I are going to Maryland (to stay with Liz) tomorrow. On Saturday, we are going to see the Indigo Girls in Richmond, Virginia. Then next week, we will visit our nation’s capital, where Bethany will surely be detained by Secret Service agents.
This is going to be an adventure. I haven’t taken a road trip this long since the family went to New Jersey when I was fourteen. Google Maps tells me there are 555 miles between me and Liz. That’s 555 miles of pizza-flavored Combos, strawberry Yogos, bottled water, fast food, and most importantly singing along to the Indigo Girls.
This is admittedly not an ideal time for me to go out of town. We’re moving next Saturday, which means I don’t really have the time or the money to be going on vacation. To that, I say, Oh freaking well. I’m not historically a plan-ahead, practical person, and I’m getting too old to change my ways.
I’m writing this post to warn y’all to stay out of Ohio, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Virginia, and the District of Columbia for the next few days because when Bethany and I are on the loose, anything can happen.
Get out the map, indeed.