*sigh* It's not as bad as it sounds, more just like every other Sunday.

Except GM's dad just used his Frequent Flier miles to buy me a free plane ticket to Baltimore. Wednesday, July 13th through Tuesday the 19th. It weirds me out vaguely, in a nervous sort of way, to have had them do that for me, but I guess since it wasn't "real" money, it's okay. I hate feeling like a charity case, even though I am and I know they meant this as a gift to make their son and his girlfriend incredibly happy. Sometimes I think there might be truth behind it when he says he loves me more. . Not really, he just tends to show it in a couple of bigger ways, while I tend towards lots of little ways. I think we balance nicely.

But yes. Going to Baltimore. I'll meet his friends (and possibly Amy *nose wrinkle*) and parents and so on and be excited and I'll get to go see that tortoise in the Aquarium, which I have a crush on. And in turn, it will be fascinating to see where he comes from, as I've heard far more stories about Baltimore than he had about Texas. And, I've never been to that area. The Capitol is within a few miles; I think perhaps I'd like to go play tourist and see the White House. And, the beach. mmm. . beach. I suppose I'll conquer my loathing of swimming suits and public nudity for that. Or I'll just go for runs and stop with the gelato tasting, which shouldn't be hard since Tessie is mad at Emily and me and is making us sign a contract that says in addition to lots of cleaning and militant standing at attention, we'll only get fifty cents off the ridiculously high price of a scoop of gelato.