Driving and Drinking...but not together

I feel obligated to respond to E's allusion to my unintended trip to Virginia . It's embarassing. One day, I was making a trip to the dreaded Capital Beltway from a feeder interstate, going in a direction that I do not normally drive. While remaining in the slow lane, so as not to miss my exit, I found myself in the beautiful state of Virginia...on accident. Apparently, it was a left exit that I should have been looking for, not the typical right exit. The worst part of this, for those of you who don't know the Beltway, there are almost no exits on the stretch leading into Virginia. There was no easy way to rectify my mistake. What was supposed to be a quick trip up north and back ended up being a trip north, south, north, east, and south before I finally arrived back home. I had called E to help with the directions and no more than forty-five minutes later, my stepmom called to ask, "How's Virginia?" Damn you, E. Now, not only does my stepmom know that I took an accidental scenic detour, but the entire blog audience (whatever's remaining after your Latin phrase post) does too.

The only other story that I have to report involves my grandmother. She gave up wine for Lent...except for when they go out. Well, the other night she and my grandfather invited my dad and stepmom over for dinner. She went to all of the effort to make a full meal and clean for her company, which is a taxing endeavor for a woman her age. So when dinnertime came around, she poured four glasses of wine. When she was called out on her Lenten vow, she responded in all sincerity, "well, we are having dinner. And we do have company. So, it's like we're going out. So I can have my wine." She is the Queen of Qualifying and I love her all the more for it.