Gratuitous Spring Break Posting

The Missus and the Llama-ettes left at the veritable Crack of Dawn this morning, heading up to Philly to catch the King Tut Exhibit at the Franklin Institute. They'll be spending the night and coming back tomorrow.

Of course, "left at the crack of dawn" implies getting up well before the crack of dawn. In this, we were aided and abetted by the good folks of Virginia Power, who chose to cut off the electricity in the middle of the night, a fact we discovered with some panic at two ack emma when we noticed a) that the alarm clock was off and b) that the street was full of large utility trucks with flashing lights and a bunch of men shouting at each other. Needless to say, we lay more or less awake until the power came back on (about an hour later). Also needless to say, our sleep patterns were by then hopelessly shot. I confidently predict I'll spend most of today face down in a puddle of drool. (Fortunately, the Missus is not driving herself but is going with a friend.)

Aaaaaanyhoo, I think this little expedition is pretty neat. One of the major drawbacks of growing up in San Antonio was that it is so damn far from everything. One doesn't just hop in the car for an overnighter unless one is going to Austin. (And thirty years ago, it was hardly worth the effort.) So I didn't get to do many things like this when I was a kid. I hope the Llama-ettes enjoy themselves.

Here I could, of course, insert the YouTube of Steve Martin's old "King Tut" song, but I'm not going to. I never thought it was that funny to begin with, and what little charm it did have came from its freshness. (Martin's humor doesn't age all that well.) No, instead I expect to see the gels doing this when they get back:

(BTW, speaking of things I never got to do as a kid, through what Meyer Wolfsheim would have called "gunnegshuns" we've cadged some tix to the White House Easter Egg Roll next Monday. Full details and perhaps a pic or two will follow.)