Going places

Today is St. Patrick’s Day and I forgot to wear green. I did receive a care package in the mail from my mom though, filled with various treats including magazines, jelly beans and  shamrock confetti. A quick glance at my facebook newsfeed informs me that all my American friends (even those with no Irish ties whatsoever) are wishing everyone a happy St. Patrick’s Day and planning the day’s festivities which will no doubt feature beer. We just love the Irish in America.

And yes, this year I get to say I’m Irish-British-American and I will be drinking to that.  Thanks to my place of employment for the bottle of bubbly I recently won at a staff event. That’ll go down nicely.

But today is also the one week mark until our vacation. Someone recently said it seems like I am always going on vacation. Does it? Because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like that to me! But ah, yes, the great thing about being British-American is that I get to work in a country where EVERYONE gets at least four weeks of paid holiday. (And I get more than that! I get champagne and a nice holiday package! Woohoo! Everyone, run out and find a European to marry! NOW!)

So, we’re going on a road trip starting in Chicago and ending in Seattle (with an overnight in Forks/La Push. Stop rolling your eyes right this minute. ) Have any tips or suggestions for us?

Talk amongst yourselves. I’ll be here eating jelly beans and drinking champagne.