The vacation that was

On our whirlwind East Coast trip last week, we covered a gazillion miles in Josh's 1999 Acura. We drove from Wisconsin Dells to Chicago to Midland, Michigan to Albany, NY to Boston to Washington DC to Pittsburgh to Chicago all in six days.

But by FAR the best part of the trip was the day I spent in DC by myself. Not that I didn't love hanging out with Josh, because well sure, that was fun too. But when he flew home for a mere 24 hours to take in a special, intimate, fan-club only Pearl Jam concert, I got to hang out in the Westin and have a spa day.

And before that, I got to meet my pregnancy soulmate, the woman I seem to have more in common with than anyone on earth, the lovely, the talented Sarah of Life at 45 Degrees!

She and the delightful and charming flirt, Ethan, met me for lunch in Georgetown and we gossiped like schoolgirls for over an hour. If it wasn't for those pesky naps that children take, I think Sarah and I would have started touring houses and made an offer on a new abode for Josh, Jack and me so we could live next door and be BFFs.

It was awesome to meet them both in person and I tell you, that Ethan is as delectable in person as he is on the interwebs. I may or may not have eaten his little leg for lunch. He was so well-behaved, too. Nothing like my child, who would have been throwing his food and climbing out of the highchair. She has a calm one, lucky girl!

But the rest of the vacation was great fun. There were baseball games in Boston, DC and Pittsburgh. There was a lot of hot in DC. There was a fabulous anniversary dinner at Legal Seafood in Boston. There was the 100-degree temps in DC. There was us, not planning ahead and not being able to locate any of the Harry Potter books on tape, so I read the first two books aloud as Josh drove. There was the ungodly hotness in DC. Did I mention the effing humidity and awful hot in DC? No? Well, there was that too.

We managed to see a lot of stuff and drive a lot of miles and sleep late a lot and laugh a lot and not get lost a lot. So we had that going for us, which was nice.

The poor little car was really mad at us by the time we were heading out of DC on our way home, via a stop at PNC Park in Pittsburgh for a game, and it registered its displeasure by trying to overheat. Who can blame it though, really? It was 100 degrees and we were driving through the hills. It thought it would trick us by refusing to air-condition the interior, but we showed it! We just drove on and on, sweating, in the right lane.

Thank you foreign-made automobile industry. We heart your engine, still running at 140,000 miles.