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So I had that conversation


A thing. Because things happen.*
Austin, Texas
16 May 2015

This blog needs some levity.

I have been cleaning out my email inbox, which I have to do periodically because I end up with like 2,000 archived messages that I don't actually need anymore. I haven't been on the high school conservatory board for almost a year for example! Don't need that stuff!

Anyway, I've been a bit nostalgic because a year ago, D. and I were planning a week of roadtripping. And I found one of the planning emails, and I am sitting here with tears of laughter streaming down my face. When she and I get on a roll, we suddenly start acting like teenagers. In the best possible way.

Edited to protect the innocent and the guilty alike:

Subject: So I had that conversation**

On Fri, Jan 30, 2015 at 9:01 PM, I wrote:
Because I still need to do that.

And I am now free for the week of May 16-23. Theoretically.

We'll figure out the tickets.

On Sat, Jan 31, 2015 at 8:38 AM, D. wrote:
Oh.My.God.  Are you serious?

You. Free? For a week?  

What madness is this?

Of COURSE you are more than welcome to stay here for the duration. Or for part of the duration. Or for, you know, until doomsday. 
 
Forgive me, my mind is still boggling from the idea that you will have a WHOLE FREE WEEK.  My god. When was the last time that happened?

On Sat, Jan 31, 2015 at 11:19 PM, I wrote:
I'm not sure it's ever happened. I remember taking a long weekend to visit my brother in Florida in 1987...

And vacations don't really count because I'm still rousting people, taking care of whoever's ill, and yes, doing laundry in Europe. Which is definitely less convenient than doing it in California.

So yeah, kinda awesome! You can see I'm taking this "my youngest is about to go to college" stuff seriously.

I would love to stay with you for whatever part of the proceedings it's convenient to do so. So long as I won't be in your way or imposing. But remember I promised you a birthday cake in May to make up for the one I couldn't work out because of circumstances in November? I can make that happen in a very fresh and unmailed fashion! And I didn't even know that Rush would be playing in May!

(I do have a freaky way of knowing shit sometimes, though)

But yeah, so Austin, Dallas, Houston and NOLA...look out.
 
Oh, woman. We are a pair. But hell, par-tay in May.

On Sun, Feb 1, 2015 at 10:39 AM, D. wrote:
No.  Your family "vacations" definitely don't count as a week off.  In fact, I'm pretty sure they count as double time "wife and mom" because 24/7 with fam in small quarters takes some serious strategeries.

I had a huge OMG moment when you reminded me of the cake promise.  Jeez, that is freakish.  In a totally good way, but freakish nonetheless.  I am looking forward to my delicious cake.

I was thinking we could spend Saturday and Sunday in Austin.  Or we could come back to San Antonio after the concert.  Then we could drive up to Dallas on Monday morning. I'll have to drive back to San Antonio after the concert on Monday night.  You could drive back with me, or stay in Dallas and fly to either San Antonio or Houston.  Wednesday morning I'm taking off and driving to Houston.  Then, same thing.  I have to drive back to work after the concert to be at work on Thursday morning.  Then I was going to fly to NOLA on Friday.

Looking at it now. I don't know if you want any part of that hot mess.  As for me, I have never looked forward to anything more than that week.  I mean, it feels like it's been years since I've felt this much anticipation for something wonderful.

 On Feb 1, 2015 10:48 PM, I wrote:
Your plan for the concerts sounds like a good one. I will probably fly into Austin on Friday so that I don't have to do the heart attack thing if my flight gets screwed up like last time. Weirdly, when the spouse had to go to Waco a few weeks ago, he went through the same issue, so I'm really not down with having to do the 3 am flight out of LA, get to Austin by the skin of my teeth again. GAH.

Now, I did just check the Rangers schedule and it happens they will be playing that Sunday afternoon. So there IS that to consider.

Anyway, I'm happy to head back to San Antonio with you after Dallas. I have to bake the birthday cake at some point (do you have a hand mixer? If not, no worries, I can bring mine). Also, I've spent time in Dallas (besides the airport, which I sort of feel is my home away from home) and Austin, and I think I saw enough of Houston last time. I've never been to San Antonio! And I need to have a puffy taco because, you know. Taco. And I'll figure out if it makes more sense for me to fly from Houston to NOLA or just go with you from SA, because the latter would be more fun anyway. But we'll figure that out.

The birthday cake thing: I make the cake from Duncan Hines mix (I can and do make cakes from scratch, but DH still makes the best birthday cake). You get to pick the flavor. I make the buttercream frosting totally from scratch (which is really easy), and it can be flavored also. So, you could have chocolate with chocolate buttercream or white with chocolate buttercream or yellow with vanilla buttercream...you get the idea. Unfortunately, I'm a bit of a flop at making frosting roses, so actual decoration is a bit more on the minimalist side. You can think about that. 

Woman, we are going to have an adventure. I haven't felt this giddy in years!

On Mon, Feb 2, 2015 at 6:06 AM, D. wrote:
I forgot about the baseball game!  Can I just please video you singing "Yellow Rose of Texas" during the 7th inning stretch?  We will absolutely have to make the drive up the road Sunday morning. And Austin Friday night does sound like an excellent plan. Or you could land in SA.  Whichever works for you. My itinerary, however, does NOT sound very vacation-worthy.  Take a mental Google Earth fly through of 20 hours of TX before you decide. I do it all the time, but I'm a little crazy.

I'm dreaming of lemon cake with coconut buttercream frosting. And, yeah, DH is the best. 

On Tue, Feb 3, 2015 at 12:00 AM, I wrote:
HEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY....do you still have Rock Band?

lmao

I'm throwing out the baseball game as an option. If we have time, GREAT. 

(Do they really sing Yellow Rose of Texas? You know, what I lose in KEY, I make up for in VOLUME. I've pondered all those nights I was standing in front of the audience mikes and wondered if I was the only thing they could hear in their earpieces. Holy shit, what a horrible thought.)

A true story: 

Last year at the conservatory's film night, one of the other parents found a cell phone. I stood on the desk in the atrium of the theater with 400 milling people below, and yelled, "IF YOU LOST YOUR CELLPHONE, PLEASE RETURN TO THE TICKET DESK." The owner, as it turns out, was outside the building and down at the railroad tracks and he heard me just fine.

Anyway, roger on the cake. I've never made coconut buttercream. I may have to practice that one... ;)

Okay, and on the business side, I think tomorrow is the Citi presale for Austin and Irvine, so I will see what I can get.

Adrenaline barfing is go.

And 20 hours through Texas? I have a brand new camera I've barely touched.

On Tue Feb 3, 2015 at 5:57 AM, D. wrote:
Outside the building and down the RR tracks?  Hilarious!  I have no doubt the boys hear you belting it out in concert. Wish I could find the article where Alex mentions how much his earpiece picks up.

So ... road trip!!! This just keeps getting better and better. 

Also, coconut buttercream frosting is just buttercream frosting with flaked coconut plastered on top and the sides. Now if you could figure out a way to toast the coconut ...  

On Tue Feb 3, 2015 at 8:27 AM, I wrote:
Actually they don't hear me anymore because after Kansas City when I figured out where those mikes were, I started just mouthing the words... Too embarrassing.

And toasting coconut is no issue. 5 minutes in the oven (BEFORE it goes on the cake, obvs).

Okay, keep your fingers crossed I get something worthwhile.

On Tue Feb 3, 2015 at 10:15 AM, D. wrote:
I am crossing every part of my anatomy hoping for something decent in the way of tickets. We are spoiled, Chica. Anything less than the first five rows feels like slumming it.

At the Irvine show, if you can't come up with something great, we MUST switch out seats at intermission. I will take the first half, and you take the last.

On Tue Feb 3, 2015 at 2:38 PM, I wrote:
I will NOT!

On Tue Feb 3, 2015 at 5:46 PM, D. wrote:
Will too!


In the end, this whole trip happened almost exactly as we blue-skied it here (you can scan last summer's archives for the posts). We missed the Rangers game because of what happened in Waco that weekend, and I didn't actually have time to make the birthday cake so left D. the ingredients, and then made her a cake in July when she was out here for the Irvine and (unplanned but we did it anyway) L.A. shows. By the time of the actual baking, D. had decided she wanted key lime filling and it DID NOT WORK the way it should have. So technically, I still owe her a cake. And Texas still owes me a Rangers game. The daughter's film is in contention for another Texas festival this summer, so anything can happen.

And tends to.

Did I end up in the pit for the second half of the Irvine show. You bet I did. When D. decides on a course of action...HELLO, WISCONSIN!

And it was epic. As it always is. Because that is how we roll.


Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone6. Dedicated to my dearest D., sister of my soul, instigator supreme, partner in crime, getaway driver, without whom, etc. A most fabulous woman who I've been privileged to call my friend for a quarter of my life.
*Things do, in fact, happen. Most frequently when I don't want them to.
**The conversation referenced occurred many times with the spouse and ran along the lines of: "I would like to be out of town [dates]." "Oh God, Rush must be touring again."
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