Houston to Atlanta
It's moving week (I should make up some name for this since it happens 4 times a year). I'm moving from our place near Houston, to my cute little apartment at the Georgia Renaissance Festival. I'm ready ... it's 80 degrees at 8pm here, which makes packing a chore.
But, I get to move to another one of my playhouses, and set up camp for 2 months. I'll do a bit of travel within that 2 months, (the TRF food vendors annual meeting happens in early May) ... but for the most part I'm working at the Renaissance Festival, and living in Rapunzel's Tower until the first weekend in June; (at which point it will be too hot there, and we'll head north to NY for the summer months).
So I'm driving Tuesday and Wednesday (this is NOT an April Fool's joke).
Phil flies in on the weekend, and we'll attend the great Dessert Expo on the following Monday and Tuesday.
In defense of my waistline,
I will attempt to run several miles in order to prepare for the caloric onslaught.
But, I get to move to another one of my playhouses, and set up camp for 2 months. I'll do a bit of travel within that 2 months, (the TRF food vendors annual meeting happens in early May) ... but for the most part I'm working at the Renaissance Festival, and living in Rapunzel's Tower until the first weekend in June; (at which point it will be too hot there, and we'll head north to NY for the summer months).
So I'm driving Tuesday and Wednesday (this is NOT an April Fool's joke).
Phil flies in on the weekend, and we'll attend the great Dessert Expo on the following Monday and Tuesday.
In defense of my waistline,
I will attempt to run several miles in order to prepare for the caloric onslaught.
posted by Rhonni at 7:15 PM
1 Comments:
How about, "the Great Schlep!"
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