The Birchmere and the road trip
Gailor has firmed up her summer plans, so I know what I'll be doing next week. (That is, not driving to California.)
She's starting work at a Baltimore company on Wednesday, which makes the trip from Chicago to Baltimore a little tricky, because I fly into Midway at 5 p.m. on Monday.
If she's ready to leave, hahahaha,* she'll pick me up and we'll get in three or four hours driving before we sleep. Otherwise I'll make my way as best I can on els and such to Evanston, the suburb of Chicago where she goes to school, and spend the night on her floor. Tuesday should be a fun day in that case.
One of the first things I did this morning when Gailor told me she'd be in Baltimore this summer was check the Birchmere schedule.
If you're wondering where the food comes in, you have to eat there before the show or you won't get a decent seat. I've yet to find anything I'd drive to Virginia to eat, although for what it is, it's fine. Check out the menu. I have to laugh at the "Low Country Chicken Cordon Bleu" sandwich. ...
But the main reason for this post is to tell you that LITTLE RICHARD IS THERE TONIGHT!!! I thought he was dead.
If you go, let me know how the Low Country Chicken Cordon Bleu sandwich is.
* Those of you who were reading when I drove cross country with Gailor last year will remember that we planned to leave at 10 a.m. My brother called at around to 7 p.m. to see how far we had gotten, and when I mentioned an intersection two blocks from her apartment, he said, "At least you're in the frigging car."
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