Claire and I hit up the Fray and Jack's Mannequin concert with some of our favorites...geez, I don't even know when anymore. A short while ago. I did, however, realize that there is a really strange trend going on with my concert-going experiences. EVERY SHOW I've seen, or will see at Merriweather has had a performer with the initials JM. John Mayer, Jack's Mannequin, and Jason Mraz. Weird, right?
I informed Claire of this excitedly, and she responded, "Um, so?" I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who cares about these types of things.
Last weekend the fam hauled up to Massachusetts. The weather was gross, but that didn't stop us. I'm determined to finally get up on slalom this summer, so I spent Friday morning out in 60 degree weather on the lake, regretting my goal-setting as I plunged into the icy cold water.
I also got to drive my Dad while he skied. If there's one thing I've effectively absorbed from my paternal side of the family, it's the ability to maneuver all types of water-crafts. I can park that jet-ski like nobody's business. I guess this is cosmically supposed to make up for the fact that I am terrible at driving a car. I've always been better in the water. I'm better at swimming than walking. I've never fallen on my face while swimming.
Let's pretend that makes logical sense and move on, shall we?
This week has been chock full of insanity, and it's only Wednesday. The Red Line crash makes transportation crazily difficult, especially as I'm heading downtown basically every day this week. Yesterday I attended a clearinghouse on women's issues and got to talk to many really cool professional women who are dedicated to making a difference in our democratic society. It was all very grown up and everything. I would have felt very mature except for the fact that in getting there, I got wickedly lost in Dupont Circle and had to call my Dad like three times for him to direct me there.
Someday, I'll have a sense of direction. Someday. I had even map-quested the walking directions before hand, and I still got lost.
Sigh.
To keep in the theme of me being lost, today I drove myself to the most random pool ever for a B-meet. The GPS I was using gave me totally different directions than the ones I'd written down, and as I started to pass farms (yes, FARMS!) I began to get suspicious. I thought perhaps I was being directed to the wrong location, like another state or, because of all the trees, Narnia.
The GPS was not wrong. I actually arrived at my intended location. Early. I didn't even have to use my written directions!
Can those engineers at Claire's school please shift their research foci to something like, I don't know, teleportation? Because I would totally appreciate it.
