Tomorrow

I am taking the girls to Portland. Why this mid-week jaunt over the pass?

We are going to see "Hannah Montana" at the Rose Garden.

I think this puts me squarely into the "certifiable" category. But it's all good. And the girls are understandably - ecstatic. No, that might not be a strong enough term. Overjoyed? Delirious? That's closer. Deliriously overjoyed? Yeah, that's probably about right.

Now Stinky - that's a totally different story. I have four tickets (knowing full well that Scott would laugh even more hysterically if I had asked him to go). And when I asked Stinky if he was interested, he responded "what do I look like, a ten year old GIRL?!"

So it will just be me and the girls heading to P-town tomorrow night. My friend Carrie is going with us, so it really is a girls' night out. Which, I have been informed, is the name of an actual song by "Hannah Montana". I am new to the whole "Hannah" phenom, since we only recently started getting the Disney channel. It's a cute show, and it could be a lot worse. Have you ever seen "The Wiggles"? Apparently you can go to their concerts, too. *shudder* It is shocking to me what a big deal this concert has been in the news. I don't think my mom bought our crummy whoever-on-ice tickets from scalpers at several hundred dollars each. Just for the record, neither did I. Apparently we got lucky... because a lot of other people did.

Let's hope "Hannah" gives all of us in the nosebleed seats a wave. And wish me luck!