A week from today, I wake up in Amsterdam.
Actually, I won't be waking up, as my OB said "Um, no" to my halfheartedly hopeful sleeping pill inquiry. In fact, he said, he wants me strolling up and down the aisles.
Blood clot worries, it seems.
On the upside, eliminates the temptation to take random pills from strangers.
Anyway. I'll be arriving. And it will be Queen's Day, which is a happy/insane accident of timing on my part.
Maude and Dan and sweet little Benjamin are there for a year. Nick and I gave each other a trip to see them as our Christmas presents. I've never been. He's been twice, but never seen one damn cultural thing there.
Because Amsterdam? Very fun.
And now he has too much work and work travel. But he said I should go anyway. A last hurrah before I am too enormous to enjoy anything.
It took me about 13 or maybe 17 seconds to agree.
I cashed in the miles, and booked the only agreeable dates available. And was going to cancel - you only lose booking fee.
But everyone is saying, "Go, go, go, GO!"
And Maude is saying, "Yes! Come! Visit!"
And if need be, I can cancel at the very last minute. So as of now, I am going.
Lovely Jenny is the only one so far who has voiced the, "Um, Lis, Amsterdam! Coffee houses! Craziness! Fun! Pregnant???"
And so I explained about Maude and family and love and good little break and museums and culture and last hurrah. . .
All of this made sense, but she was still a little, "Well, yes. But legal pot brownies?!"
Which we have all heard about, but what can you do?
So the new Bob in The Quad - who is funny, bright, and exotic in that Argentine way, even though, sadly, not actual Bob - offered over the cube, "Well, sex and drugs aren't everything in life."
To which we were all, "Oh, sure, well, yah. Of course."
And then he added, "Since you can't see me, I just want you to know I did manage to say that with a straight face."