One less thing to worry about before I leave for Pennsic.
The menu for Mexican Night has changed from pre-cooked picadillo to freshly cooked bistec ranchero. Don't panic guys, the platanos fritos stay. (I am not stupid, and I don't want to be mobbed by you due to platano deprivation.)
I feel much better now.
I have started to look at vacation packages for next year. The question is, when, and whether that would mean skipping Pennsic next year or not.
Oh, well. We'll cross that bridge when that happens.
In the meantime, I am getting excited at the prospect of vacation planning that does not involve camping.
Six months, three weeks to go.
Sweet.
