What I should've been
It began at midnight Thursday.
I drove across town and put the gigantic middle schooler on a bus.
|Please note dashboard clock. Midnight thirty. Yawn. I am such a good parent|
|Buh-bye gigantic middle schooler! Hope that's really your rowing coach and not that creepy guy from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang who tricks kids with candy but they're really getting into a jail cell! On wheels! I hated that guy.|
Then I came home and slept for a few minutes then got up and said goodbye to the future politician kid.
|I didn't say "stick-em up" so not all together sure why he's doing that. It's a little Nixon-esque. Hmmm.|
And I didn't get off that bitch until it landed in Iowa, baby. Then I found a shuttle where a guy who was going to his 55th class reunion completely ignored me because I'm a girl and totally monopolized the conversation of everyone in the van. So when we got off and he looked down his nose at me I made sure that I tipped the driver way more than he did right in front of him. So there, old dude.
And then I checked into a historic hotel in downtown Des Moines called the Savery. Have I told you I really like historic hotels? I do. Most of them aren't that nice room-wise, but the lobbies, lawdy. I highly recommend old hotel lobbies.
Then. I waited. And waited. And waited. Because my kid was still on the bus. And my sista-from-anotha-mista who is my best friend I've never actually met? Was working. Bored. Bored. Bored. Damn, I thought. Iowa sucks.
Then she finally texted me and I felt better. It went something like this:
Tracey: I could sure use a beer right now.
Penne: There's no minibar in my room. I should've had drinks on the plane.
Long wait. I'm bored again. Stupid Iowa. But I find a good movie on TV with that kid in it who used to be on Third Rock from the Sun but in this movie he's all grown up and he's an architect only he writes greeting cards for a living and I start thinking...hmmm, it's kind of weird that I'm going out for dinner with someone I've never ever met ever, I think I should order room service and finish this very awesome movie with the Third Rock from the Sun kid in it. Only all grown up.
But then I get this text:
Tracey: We're five minutes away! Will pick you up in a white Explorer.
Penne: This feels like eHarmony a little bit.
Tracey: Nope. Match.com!
Penne: I just flashed a white Explorer. Totally wasn't you.
And then she pulled up and I actually met a real life person, not just a blog. She was funny and awesome and if she lived on my block she and Spanxy and I would be a FORCE, I tell you. All through dinner one of us would say "You should know this about me..." and then the other one would say, "OMG, me TOO" and we laughed so much our cheeks hurt. And then we said goodbye, but hopefully not forever. I love Iowa.
|Me and the Sista. Lookit how awesomely our hair matches. Separated at birth, I tell you.|
I shall report on the kid's regatta at another point - but you should know that Iowa in the morning is pretty lovely.
|Photo courtesy of the gigantic middle schooler. I was totally asleep for this part.|