Actually it’s basically today because Mister Me is one of those sadistic people who always wants to take the early flight to “make the most of the day.” Puke.
I keep explaining that I can’t be held accountable for my actions in the morning. He’s taking his life in his hands making me get up that early. But he can’t be deterred. Good bless him, he’s either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.
We’ve been looking forward to this trip for months. Napa is one of the few places where post-college adults start drinking at 10am on weekdays and no one says “Bill’s having one of his episodes.” My kind of town.
Mister Me has taken vacation preparation to a whole new level. We have reservations all over San Francisco and Napa and a room with a private hot tub overlooking the vineyard. There are multiple spreadsheets, Google maps, itineraries and even a PowerPoint in play.
He’ll never be accused of under preparing.
Our trip of wine and luxury tiptoes on the heels of a week of extraordinarily good behavior.
We went to Alinea for dinner on Saturday, which is uncharacteristically fancy for a couple that could happily eat foil-wrapped tacos for three meals a day. There were twenty courses, y’all, twenty. Including one where they turned our table top into the toppings bar at Coldstone. (yeah, that’s me. I’m not anonymous anymore, remember?)
Then Sunday, Mister Me hid 35 Easter Eggs for me… because I am a child and still enjoy hunting eggs.
I’m proud to say I found them all with only a few warmer/colder hints and one “why don’t you look behind those blinds a little more carefully instead of running through the house like a sugar-crazed 5-year-old?” suggestion.
As is customary Easter tradition, Mister Me blew up a Peep in the microwave. And recorded it. Then tossed it’s lifeless body at the cat. Looks like I’m not the only 5-year-old in the house.
All this good behavior* has me a little jumpy…
*yes, I consider blowing up Peeps good behavior… or, at least, not bad behavior