Firstly, it was great to see my family. My aunt and cousin from Korea were visiting and it was great to see them. If they'd come any other time, I might not have gotten to see them. So that was awesome.
Then I celebrated my ... 29th birthday. Yeah, it was my 29th. I'm positive it was my 29th. Yet another reason it was awesome. Because it was my 7th consecutive 29th birthday. How awesome is that! It's so awesome, not everybody can do it.
Next, I met up with some awesome friends in Richmond. I saw Mesha, no longer of the Mustang. Because she can no longer be called Mustang Mesha, she shall henceforth be named Glamazon. This is her new superhero name. I have ordained it so. And ... true story ... her braces made her taller. I don't know how; it must be one of her new superpowers.
I also met with the Val Gals. This is a small group of us that used to work at the museum and have since left and gone on to saner and higher paying jobs. They told me a story about an amateur collector who blew himself up with a Civil War mine. And you thought that history wasn't exciting.
Finally, in Richmond, I saw MaryAnn. Yes, I, Ginger, have a friend named MaryAnn. But instead of referring to that obvious joke, we call ourselves Kermit and Fozzie, because someone once mistook us for the same person. Here is a picture of us together.
If you ever saw the Great Muppet Caper, and you have the fanatic devotion to trivia that MaryAnn and I have, you understand this. If you don't, then you are not awesome.
But wait! It gets even more awesome. On my vacation, I went on another vacation to Memphis and Nashville! I went with my friends from college, Jen and Leanne. Let me just say that fate threw us together by having our birthdays within a week of each other. We took it as a holy sign and find some way to celebrate our birthdays together. Although there is talk that next year we may start celebrating at a warmer time of year, say May.
In Memphis, we did many things. We ate barbecue, danced Zydeco, learned to hate "Rocky Top," saw a live tiger escorted by the police. We saw Elvis, we found the Jungle Room, we ate peanut butter and banana sandwiches. We were the stars of a karaoke act, we saw ducks do a little number, and we sang gospel, rock, and the blues on a bus through Memphis. I bought a new purse. It was good times. In Nashville, it was just as good. For your information, the Country Music Hall of Fame is a damn good museum. It is a place that agrees that Hee Haw should be a national treasure. No, seriously, it's a damn good museum. And til my dying day, I will be proud to say that I ... sang at the Grand Ole Opry. I may have a t-shirt made.
But the best part of all was the car ride betwixt the two. Three hours each way with my bestest friends in the whole wide world. Yessirree, good times.
So I'm back in Bawstin. Out of rebellion, I got a little twang goin on. And for the life of me, I can't stop saying y'all. AND, I said "Thank you. Thank you very much," at least twice today. But I guess that's just to be expected, when your vacation was ...
AWESOME!
