Yep, that's the plans for this weekend.
We're loading up the fidgetmobile and heading down to Baltimore. We're not taking my car. My car eats gas. Okay, it doesn't eat gas (24 MPG highway/city), but compared to the fidgetmobile, it does. The fidgetmobile, it gets a good 34 MPG highway/city. With today's gasoline prices, this one is called a no-brainer.
Saturday will find us watching someone taking their karate test for their next level belt. No, this is not an arbitrary thing. It's not like we are going to cruise the streets scoping out the dojos to find the best one. Friends of ours have a son (we'll call him Tee) and Tee is in karate school. Don't ask me what style 'cause I don't know. I believe I mentioned before that Geo has several black belts in several different styles. Again, can't tell you which ones 'cause they all look the same to me. Well, Tee has always looked up to Geo as some sort of role model (maidink snickers at this); hence, Tee took up karate the second he was allowed to enroll When Tee found out the date of his next belt test, the first person he called to invite to watch was Geo. Awwww.
And after that's done, we are going to relax. I don't believe in running around doing eighty thousand things while away from home and neither does Geo. The baby could care less what we do. She loves Tee so she'll be his shadow this weekend. Heck, she'd probably try to join the dojo just to kick my backside at a later date.
The next day we will travel to the Maryland Renaissance Festival. This thing kicks butt! It so outdoes the PA Renn Faire. We'll be shopping and drinking and eating and drinking and watching jousts and drinking and ... oh yeah ... drinking. It's actually a lot of fun. I'm even going to dress in period style clothing. Got my barmaid wench outfit ready to go. Woo-hoooo!!
The Renn Faire in PA just doesn't do it for me anymore. Maybe it's the lack of tree shade throughout the village or lack of decent vendors or the non-lack of frellin yellow jackets everywhere. Whatever the reason, we just don't bother going there.
And a certain someone who purportedly reads this blog daily is invited to join. They have asked me before and I, like the brainless dork that I can be, forgot to tell them when we'll be going.
After the festivities at the festival, we'll head home. Gosh, I hope we can get some food shopping done before Monday. Oh well.