Spinning on that dizzy edge

It's here, at long last - my Hamilton week! I'm flying out to New York tomorrow and arriving about 5 PM, meeting up with heresluck and her friend for lunch on Wednesday and then seeing the "Hamilton" matinee, and then flying back home Thursday morning. (My visit was supposed to be a bit longer, but the airline changed my return flight to leave earlier, alas.) I am intending on visiting the Trinity Cemetery to see the Hamilton-related memorials, but other than that I have no firm goals. Maybe hit up Stub Hub for Wednesday night tickets? If you have any other suggestions, please let me know.

I am trying not to have my usual travel freakout, but I still haven't packed yet. Being there less than 48 hours will hopefully lighten my load and my stress level.

We hosted the in-laws and my family for Easter yesterday, and it went off more smoothly than I could have hoped for; everything was delicious, everyone seemed happy, and no one brought up politics where I could hear. (My brother is a Fox News kind of guy, whereas my dad and I are crunchy liberals; things can get heated.) I took today off work for my birthday and travel prep, thankfully, because after everyone left yesterday I was too sore to do all the cleanup, so the leisurely pace has been wonderful. Bless my husband for doing an initial triage last night and running the dishwasher; it made round two of cleanup much easier.

The Emperor returns to school tomorrow after being off for Spring Break for the last week and a half; my lucky husband will have to deal with the inevitable homework grumbles until I get back.

HAMILTON!

Seriously. When I've had nightmares about traveling, I dream about forgetting to pack swimsuits for the beach or arriving sans luggage entirely. I never thought to worry about my freaking CAR being STOLEN, my camera disappearing from a restaurant booth, and misplacing my driver's license somewhere between the airport and home.

( It was the worst of times, it was the best of times... )

So yeah, I just about need a vacation to recover from my vacation. Is it August yet? I require some more David Hewlett.

Greetings to friends old and new, especially my Shore Leave peeps!

I made it back to Richmond in excellent time. There was one egregious gaper's block right around DC (ooo! Bright shiny lights! Must slow down to gawk!), but that only took 20 minutes or so to clear up. Since my arrival, I have been most excellently fed and allowed to babble on. Luckily, my hosting friends are Firefly fans, so at least the Jewel Staite stories had some relevance.

I haven't even tried to see how backed up my flist is at this point; I'm guessing it's going to be a matter of several weeks to straighten it all out.

So anyway, feel free to tell me the important news I may have missed since Wednesday night. Oh, and Shore Leavers? If you're reading this, I'm hoping to get at least a sampling of stuff up tomorrow night when I'm back home, but in the meantime, if you want to leave a note here, that would be awesomestupendous, as I've got a bad case of swiss cheese brain, the holes of which most of your names have slipped through. (Obviously, I'll never forget my roomies! And the friending helped, too. *grin*)

Man, I am so tempted to take Tuesday off as well, just to recover. Perhaps I should start practicing my fake sick cough now. *coff*coff* Hm.

G'night, everybody!