ah-HEM.
So. That little shit I gave birth too 15 years ago? Who I worked so hard to get to Europe? STILL HAS NOT CALLED. The girls next DOOR called THEIR mama. But did HE call ME? oh noooooo…. Harumph!
So – Nana asked what they were up to. On wednesday they took a day trip to Toledo, where they sang at Ssan Juan de los Reyes, the most remarkable Gothic church in Spain. On Thursday, it was a travel day, with the awe inspiring and awesome opportunity to sing at the Guggenheim Museum. They had origonally told them no, that no one sang at the Guggenheim, but Hendy is persistant, and they finally allowed it. I cannot WAIT to see pictures! and hopefully, someone on the trip is video taping, cuz dude, it must have been AWESOME.
After that, it was to San Sebastian, on the beach, where they spent the night.
Tomorrow (Friday), they travel to Toulouse, France, where they make the Airbus. with an evening concert at Notre Dame de la Daurade.
You’d think that SOMEWHERE there, there might be oh, a payphone, or something… hm? Ha!
In Deogi news, apparently I was a BAD MAMA and had the AUDACITY to leave him home alone, sleeping on the couch. I was gone for 15 minutes, and came home to hear him HOWLING at the door in DISPAIR because he couldn’t find me. He then tripped me as I walked inside, waited until I kicked off my shoes under the desk, and proptly fell back asleep – ON MY SHOES. That way, should I have to leave again, I’d have to wake him up. Heh.
Then,he moved to actively sleeping on my foot, under the desk, next to Lola. Too cute! See?
Then I had the nerve to disagree with someone about something and they got all offended. And said I attacked them. And now I’m all pissed off. Because I’ve also been without an internet connection for 3 hours. So yeah. back to work for me. Heaven FORBID I have my own fuckin ideas on shit, huh? Dunno what I was thinking.
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Shopping List.
I’ve three pre/teenage girls in my house at the moment. They asked if I would go to the store, and gave me the following shopping list.
Something:
Crunchy,
Salty,
Sweet,
Sour,
Frozen,
Wet.
What? I understood that perfectly, didn’t you? They wanted:
Chips (crunchy/salty)
Chocolate (sweet)
Gummi bears and jolly ranchers (Sour)
Ice Cream (Frozen)
Mountain Dew (Wet)
Duh. That and teenage chick flicks (John Tucker Must Die/All you got/Bring it on) and I was declared the BEST MOM EVER.
And? I saved 15 bucks too, cuz it was all on sale. You may worship me now.
Well…
Current time in Madrid: 11:55 PM Monday.
Almost midnight. They were to arrive in time for dinner at 8pm at their hotel. As I’ve gotten no panic phone calls from The Boy, I assume they’ve made it safely, and are all snug in their beds trying to sleep off some of the jet lag, before hitting the ground running at 9am tomorrow.
Tomorrow’s Agenda – 9am Breakfast, a morning site seeing tour, the Prado Museum, 2pm concert at Kings College, and a free afternoon for shopping or siteseeing on their own. (ACK! GASP! REMEMBER THE 3 TO PEE RULE BOY!) Then Dinner at Restaurant Riofrio, and back to the hotel for the night.
Whew. Color me jealous!
My question for the moment? WHY DON’T THESE PLACES HAVE WEBCAMS? I mean SERIOUSLY. It would make my stalking my son SO MUCH EASIER.
Harumph.
List of things we know for sure he forgot: His watch and sunglasses. heh.
*Sniffle*
So. 3am this morning, I woke up The Boy who’d crashed on the couch at about 1am. We made one last check of his bags, his things, made sure he had his money, his ID, his Choir uniform, and the Girl Next Door’s scarf that she’d forgotten and asked for him to bring up on the bus for her.
I’d given him the lectures (Don’t put anything in the pocket of the seat ahead of you. Keep your money and id in your neck case around your neck. Keep a hand on your fanny back – and wear it in front. Don’t break my camera or I’ll beat you. Keep track of your Chaperones, so they have an easy time keeping track of you. Remember the 3 to Pee rule, Don’t…) and gotten a roll of the eyes and a “MOOO-OOOOOOM! I have flown before! GAWD.” To which I smirked. “Yeah. With me, and with your NANA. Now, make sure you…”
I’m sure ya’ll heard the eye-rolling from there. But dammit, I’m MOM and I’m ALLOWED TO BE ALL LECTURINGLY PANIC-Y! So there.
So, anyway. Got him up, and his stuff together, and we were 45 minutes early to catch the bus. (He was a little anxious. Heh.) We brought the puppy with us, wrapped up in a blanket, for a little last minute cuddling. Then the bus pulled up, and it was time to load his luggage, grab his orange boppy pillow, and pick a seat.
 
Yes, Hendy even chartered the Oilers bus for them, so that they could ride in style and comfort! So, he hugged the dog, told me it was cold (It was -12F) and that he was getting into the bus. I made him give ME a hug too – because hello! hugging the dog and not his MOTHER? So, after a tight hug, I went back to the car, where I watched everyone else load up, then the bus pull away – I followed to the highway, and when I turned home – there was nothing but the tailights to be seen. SIIIIIIGH.
So. There you have it. The Boy is off on his Trip of a Lifetime. I’ve not received any phone calls, so can only assume they made it to Anchorage and the Airport on time, and are right now *checks time* just about to land in Seattle (3:10pm Seattle Time) where they’ll hang out for 3 hours before hopping the nonstop flight to London, where at 2:20 tomorrow, they’ll hop onto another flight to Madrid, where they’ll hopefully get dinner and a good nights sleep before all the festivities really begin Tuesday Morning @ 9am. All told, their travel time will be about 29 hours.
 I’m doing my best not to be all panic-y mom, but HELLO! my BABY! and he’s GONE! and he’s ALL ALONE (with 134 other kids/chaperones) and I can’t PROTECT him when he’s HALFWAY AROUND THE WORLD!
Yeah. Clearly I’m not all panic-y worried mom at all. Heh.
(And the other kids/furbabies are under orders not to be cute for the next 2 weeks since I sent my camera with the boy. Harumph. I’m reduced to the old camera, and my cell phone. Sorry in advance. Hahah!)
