So, recently Gene has been hopped up about wanting to visit St. Louis, MO. It was a real puzzle to me. Why St. Louis? It’s around 16 hours away and I wasn’t especially excited about taking vacation time to go there. And for some reason, he was insistent upon visiting over one specific time period (April 12-15). He swore up and down it was because it was such a neat city, and it may well be, but, still? Missouri, when we haven’t even been to the big city 3 hours away? Or another long weekend in Washington DC? Or, mmm, a cruise?
You seriously think the last vacation we’ll take needs to be to MISSOURI??? (For the record, we haven’t taken a fun vacation* in many moons and I’d sure like to cram one more in)
Luckily, my friend Julie and I were IMing through Gmail and I told her about this whole thing and how I suspected something was odd. I said that I figured it was a Star Wars convention, a Star Trek convention, a Stargate convention, or a National Rifle Association convention.
Hmm. Called it!
(Ah, Gene, you scurvy bugger…. hee hee!)
“How did you find out?”
“I have the INTERNET in front of me nearly all day every day. Did you think I couldn’t surf over there and type ‘convention’ into their search engine?”
Problem kinda solved. If Gene goes, he’ll take his brother with instead of me. Yippee!
And, that is how I scored my girls weekend in Detroit.
Say it with me.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
* fun vacation = Gene plus Elaine minus The Boy plus Drink of the Day plus Fancy hotel room minus any family (his or mine)
(Yes, I know, I’m a total ass. Yes, I know, what do I plan to do about vacations after Plan B? Well, after Plan B there will be no more vacations ever so now is the time.)