So the road trip:
Leave my house at 7AM, debate calling in to work to remind them I won’t be there. Decide against it. Pick up the rest of the bunch. We all squeeze into the rented minivan. We’re on our way!
Stop at the Spokane Valley IHOP for breakfast. Drop off a small child at the babysitters. We’re on our way again!
Drive for hours and hours. Stop at a rest stop for obvious reasons. Yes, on our way again!
Drive for hours and hours. Stop to get gas and lunch at Burgerville in Dalles, (pronounced Dells). I had french fries. And…we’re on our way again!
Drive for hours and hours. Get to Portland. Drive around Portland for a while looking for the hotel. We arrived!
Check my email. Check my phone. My coworkers had all but broken into my house worried that I died or something. Aww, that’s nice.
We drove around and around and around Portland trying to get on I-5. Finally, we got to dinner. We managed to back to the hotel in a fairly straight line.
We walked over to the Rose Garden, and nervously waited at Will Call to find out what kind of tickets we got. On the floor, 12 rows back, dead center. Oh, yeah. As always the concert was perfect, the sound was perfect, the lights were even better than last year.
After the show we stood in line and waited and waited to get our stuff signed. (Signed VIP badge to be sold on Ebay soon–kidding!) Got back to the hotel, fell asleep, got up at some ungodly time this morning and left.
We went two blocks to the Coffee People, for coffee.
And we drove and drove to Dalles (pronounced Dulls) and had breakfast at Cousins. Fun.
And we drove. Stopped at a rest stop. Free really bad coffee!
And we drove and by we I mean Greg. We stopped at a scary Flying J somewhere outside of the Tri-cities. I got the weakest fountain drink I have ever had in my life at the Shell station there.
And we drove. I forgot to plug in my DS so my game stopped in the middle. Just when I had them cornered. Dang it. I stared out the window at beautiful Cheney. Eventually we descended into Spokane and then in time, Post Falls, and now I’m here, typing this.
And now we see why I don’t do a daily life sort of blog.
Not So Fast 
Fun times! My family really enjoyed the show too. Not sure what their seats were like though…
I love Burgerville! They have great burgers and fish ‘n chips! Oh, and milkshakes. You need to go back and get more than fries!
While the coffee might have been really bad at the rest stop, have you seen that a lot of them now have free Wi-fi? Totally random.
They put on such a great show I don’t know how anyone could not like it.
Fish and chips seems worth a 4 hour drive. Maybe tomorrow.
Ummm…who are ‘they?’ Meaning, what show was it exactly. Don’t mind me if you’ve said somewhere but I’m generally quite out of it.
I’m going to assume TSO meant Trans Siberian Orchestra…but I may be wrong. Could be Turtles Sucking Oranges or Tri-City Senior Octet or Tummy Stabbing Orangutans or any number of other to-cool-for-Josh, elitist, angst filled, indie Northwestern bands. Feel free to correct me thought if I’m wrong.
Yes, Trans Siberian Orchestra. I’m not a fan of the whole “My life is a miserable and I recorded this in my bathroom” sound.
Except Violent Femmes.
In small doses.