First and foremost..... My new tanner is awesome and I didn't look orange in the slightest. In fact, I looked pretty good. So good in fact, I put more on the next night and I still don't look orange. I'll take it.
So... Pit Master School....
We arrived 15 minutes early to class Saturday morning. I'm sure I looked like a cross between a trophy wife and a pack mule. Never wanting to be unprepared, I filled my new tote bag with two notes pads and pens for note taking, two bottles of water, my favorite insulated cup filled with ice water, a hat, sun screen, cell phone, sweater (because you never know), snacks, gum, a diet pepsi and Advil. That poor bag was bustin' at the seams.
As we walked up to the area where class was I noticed lots and lots of people were all ready gathered around the picnic tables. The smoker was already going and the instructor and her staff were milling around setting up food and drinks and the whole nine yards. As we found our table my husband started shaking the hand of a huge man at the table to our right. It turns out he knew him and his buddy- both worked for his car service center. We made small talk and took our seats.
And there is was.... the big buddy's butt crack.
And it wasn't just any butt crack, this thing was a foot long and directly in my eye line.
As I'm sitting there, trying to determine what to do with my self, I notice Mr. Berg dying from silent laughter. He later said he noticed the look on my face and was trying to figure out what I was looking at.
I made him switch seats with me immediately.
When it comes to sweaty butt cracks of people I don't know, I don't mess around.
The rest of class was highly entertaining and delicious. It wasn't held entirely outside, which was even better. We also ended about 2 hours earlier then anticipated.
All in all, I shouldn't have whined about it. It was fun.
And now....
I leave for Germany in 4 days.
Am I ready?
HA! I haven't even thought about pulling my suitcase out of the attic yet... or is it in the basement?
I threw some things for Ryan in a bag.
My thank you gift for my parents is half prepared.
I might have looked at the tour schedule... but I don't remember half of it.
I have a checked the weather... that counts for something right?
Time to get on the stick.....