Clash of the Champions Eve
Tomorrow, the HLP and I are off to Eugene for the "Nike Clash of Champions". Should be fun! It's nice to get a little bonus Roger and Rafael between trips to Cincinnati. Oh, and there will be some women playing, too, but not Serena Williams. (Which is totally NOT my fault, by the way. Wishing she'd be replaced by a woman player I liked is not the same as wishing her serious illness. So I didn't actually curse her. Really.) We've got a hotel room, a line on some Eugene vegetarian restaurants, and maps to get us to and from.
It's the first road trip I've taken with the HLP where I'm not doing all the driving. Bit weird. I'm providing snacks and morale support, but she hasn't yet grasped the concept of "Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole." She's suggested twice that I bring my MP3 player, because she says I probably won't like her taste in music. For the record, we have the same taste in music. Except swing. She doesn't like my swing.
*considers loading more swing on MP3 player*