Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland…..<\/p>\n
I am so<\/strong> excited.<\/p>\n 24 hours from right now, I’ll be – well – probably passing the mini-Camden Yards as a pass through 95 in Aberdeen. Our flight doesn’t leave until 8:30 from beautiful Philadelphia.<\/p>\n But 48 hours from now? It’ll be just after 9pm local time, there will be about a half hour os sunlight left, and I bet my bride and I will either be sitting down in a pub with a pint or be in direct pursuit thereof.<\/p>\n Can’t. Fucking. Wait.<\/p>\n This has been a crazy would-rather-eat-actual-shit week at work. I have this theory that the universe makes you earn good vacations and these last few days in the grind have done nothing to dissuade me of that belief. But just a half-day’s more at work and then I’m gone. Like a freight train. Like yesterday. Like a soldier in the civil-war-bang-bang.<\/p>\n Pat yourself on the back if you got that reference.<\/p>\n Here’s the Mike-u-weather forecast for the first 5 days in Scotland: showers, showers, showers, partly cloudy, showers. I think that’s par for the course though. And, although at first I was picturing a rain-drenched time in the isles, upon consulting every weather website I could find I think that ‘showers’ means just that. Primarily a cloudy day punctuated by a short period of precip here and there. Most people I talked to bring up how rainy the UK can be, but check it: Edinburgh’s average monthly rainfall for May is just about 2 inches. Baltimore’s? Just over 4.<\/p>\n So, anywho, I am regoddamdiculously excited to leave. The prospect of being wedged on a plane for seven hours next to a strange and most likely excessively sweaty person does nothing to dampen my enthusiasm. Nothing!<\/p>\n I am a little bummed that I am missing yet another Blogtimore Happy Hour. Snay was nice enough to offer his seat at the happy hour for my seat on the plane, but I bet Emily would catch on pretty quickly. Mumbling about Battlestar Galactica and tossing out random and useless historical knowledge might delay discovery for a bit, but the jig would eventually be up.<\/p>\n Nah, on second thought I wouldn’t trade my seat for anything. Me, my wife, and a new country. Totally awesome.<\/p>\n I go now to the land of the Scots.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Scotland Scotland Scotland Scotland….. I am so excited. 24 hours from right now, I’ll be – well – probably passing the mini-Camden Yards as a pass through 95 in Aberdeen. Our flight doesn’t leave until 8:30 from beautiful Philadelphia. But … Continue reading