Bad Karma in Baltimore.

Let me reiterate: We had an excellent time. But good fun is not always without it's drawbacks. Take Baltimore for example. The hotel garage was full so we had to find city parking. There was a garage next to the hotel, but after unloading the kids and my entire house from Emily's car- we found the elevator up to the street to be out of order. Let me just say I am thankful for fun and easy going friends. Emily and I lugged 2 kids+ 2 strollers + 4 bags (2 of them quite heavy) + ourselves up 4 flights of stairs and rolled everything down the street and into the hotel. We got up to the 18th floor of the north tower, when we figured out we were supposed to be in the south tower. There was a blood stain on the carpet (it was a Sheraton- go fig...) and an old Orioles t-shirt still hanging in the bathroom. Emily didn't bat an eye.

We didn't fret after hiking down to the Inner Harbor for dinner only to find three restaurants open and no running water due to sewage contamination of the water. We ate our crab cakes and fried tilapia sandwiches with happy hearts- grateful that someone was selling bottled water and we didn't have to drink beer (as the server at the restaurant told us was our only option).

Emily chalked it all up to bad karma- saying everything had gone too well that day (her car trip to Baltimore and mine on the plane) and we had already used up all of our good luck. It was in that moment that I knew that getting married, moving across the country , having a kid and rich dentist husband didn't change this girl. This was my old friend Emily, up for any adventure (Perhaps sneaking into the Pro Pit at the BYU track and watching movies and roasting hot dogs on a propane grill... Going to the Heber Hot Springs with the entire BYU men's volleyball team and watching Chris Gorney stand on a rock- sans Speedo... "Decorating" people's lawns with road signs and tortillas ... whatever your pleasure).