Godzilla is smaller than our trees (will be).

This weekend was several things: packed, Lis-and-Keith-oriented, expensive, and incredibly (insert intelligent-sounding synonym of "fun" here).

I will chronicle it now.

Saturday started with McDonald's breakfast. Anyone who knows me knows, too, that I adore the occasional (weekly) McDonald's breakfast. Sausage, egg, and cheese on a bagel. A hashbrown and some orange juice if I'm feeling extra breakfasty. Deeeelicious. I only eat about half of my sandwich with the egg, and then I remove it and feed it to whichever boy is nearest me. It's bizarre, I know. Ask me how I eat a Reese's cup or a soft pretzel. Post-McDonald's breakfast should have been Shamrock Shuttle. This should have been a 22-year-old's dream come true: a ten dollar refillable cup and a bus to take you wherever you may want to go? Perhaps sad but true, Keith and I skipped it and opted instead for sandal-shopping and attempting to find Washington's Crossing State Park (which I'm still not sure we ever did). Some things that, embarrassingly, happened there: 1. I was scared of the woods, and 2. of a bridge. 3. We saw a field and couldn't stop commenting on how gigantic it was. 4. We justified this excitement to ourselves by saying it was because the grass was yellow. 5. We walked into a steamroller-looking yellow truck. A successful park trip, I'd say (and we're experts). Afterwards was Victor's birthday celebration and another embarrassing series of events for some persons. It was at a karaoke bar: enough said.

Sunday. Flower Show day!!! First IHOP, then Flower Show. Possibly the coolest place on earth. After finding Lis (NOT under an archway), I bought too much, avoided a four-dollar-and-seventy-five-cents hot dog even though my hunger was overwhelming (opting instead for two pairs of earrings I most certainly don't need and four bookmarks), and giggled at Keith's humongousness next to tiny furniture. Oh, and we bought trees. And by trees, I don't mean any silly bonsais (though they told us we could turn them into bonsais. Pish, pash!), but instead a pair of 150-foot Redwoods. We started out by looking at plants. Then Keith said, "Hey! Look over there! They're bigger!" So, we looked and quickly purchased. I have included a drawing by the wonderful Keith Maynard to give some scale to just what 150 feet translates to (for Tim: the picture is of a VERY tall tree. Next to it are Godzilla, who is about three-quarters of the size of the tree, and very, very, very small and on the other side of the tree, Keith and I, dancing. Above the tree is a rocket ship ("because it is 2084") and an anti-Godzilla missile. The photo is captioned: "In the year 2084."). These suckers live up to 1200 years and can grow to be twenty-five feet wide. All they need is to be MM and to remain in S (that means moderately moist and in full sun). I will post at least weekly about the current height and perhaps width of my tree. I believe Keith will do the same (the copier (just kidding (sort of))). His is the tall one (obviously), mine has an extra branch. They're best friends. I am not home to take the beginning measurement, but I will be sure to do so as soon as I arrive home. Perhaps next time I'll include a photo as well. After the Flower Show, Lis, Keith, and I went to Field House, which is a Kristin-and-Lis favorite (I am really on a roll with the hyphens in this blog, huh? (And, come to think of it, parentheses, too)). Chesapeake fries and cocktails and burgers, oh my! Post-THAT, Keith and I said ta-ta to Lis, and made an impromptu visit to Rittenhouse because Keith refused to leave the city. So, in my shorts in March, off we went to sit on a bench and watch art students and toddlers and puppies. A fabulous end to a wonderful weekend. Siiigh.