A BY Weekend Getaway - Preamble

Editors Note: Sorry for the delay in posting. Obviously this week has been very hectic for the BY Universe. Hopefully my new found mojo will provide some humor and diversion.

Preamble-

So the other day, the DQ and I are basking the glow of my Emory check. (You see, one day about 2 years ago, we get a notice in the mail. Emory was going to sue the government to try to recoup some of our taxes during residency. They argued, successfully, that we were students, and not subject to some of the taxes that we paid. Well, after 2 years, Emory v US Government was successful. My check came in the mail. The DQ's.... hmmm)

We were giddy with $$$ floating in our heads. Woo hoo!!!

She says "We should go somewhere"

"Humph" I say. Where to?" I figured the absurdity of trying to fly somewhere with a 4 month would have set her mind straight. Plus we were in the middle of this cold weather snap, with calls for snow and freezing rain. Seriously, let's be realistic here. Why can't we just go to Moe's? Maybe spurge on a large queso?

I had forgotten who I had married.

Next thing I knew, she had popped open her laptop and began researching every possible destination.

"Bunkie" ... Affordable... but someone is moving that weekend, and nobody will be there.

"Tampa" ... Schedules didn't work out. (I had to work late)

"Houston" ... There is supposed to be snow.

(whew! I felt that reason was starting to come over the DQ. Yeah, I could be saved!!!)

"We're going to Austin!!" Really? But isn't it going to be cold and snowy there too.

"Nope. We can do it. Schedule works!"

I thought this was now becoming a one big hoax to try to rile me up. (Editor's Note: I have forgotten if I had ever mentioned my travel OCD. I am not sure how to describe it. I am not afraid of flying or travelling. In fact I love to go places. I just have a problem with airports, schedules, security, and being late. I have to get to the airport about 5 hours before takeoff, to make sure I get there. If not, I get really, really nervous. Really nervous. I began thinking about my Friday lab schedule... ooooh, it was going to be close. My HR started to pick up.... oh gosh! Man this woman is mean... She has to be kidding!!!)

I looked at her... Stone cold DQ. Dead serious.

I was screwed.

I tried to talk some sense into her, "Babe, it's going to be cold. We're flying through Atlanta. In this predicted SNOWSTORM!!!"

It was too late. The DQ made up her mind.

She gave me the look that said: I'm going to Austin. KP's going to Austin. YOU don't have to go!

Oh boy!

Thus begins "Kemper Does Austin!"

"What is my crazy mommy going to do now?"