We got the email Friday evening around 5:40. I was on my way out the door to a weekend long yoga intensive. Snakes had just left to take the dogs for a spin around the block. As I was gathering my yoga props I heard him yelling my name from outside. I ran to the windows to see if he was being chased by hooligans. My first instinct was that something was terribly wrong, like maybe Banjo had gotten a dirty old syringe stuck in his tongue or one of the soiled diapers that pepper our landscape had wedged itself onto his curious snout. (weird, right?- that those are the first images that popped into my mind? I am glad we’re leaving this city soon… I need a fresh perspective.) I raced downstairs and met him at the lobby door, my heart racing.
“WHAT THE HELL?” I demanded.
“Just guess… you know!!… just guess”
“Seriously I don’t know. Are the dogs hurt? sliced up paws from broken malt liquor bottles? What did Banjo do now?”
“We’re going out to dinner, baby! We are in!!!”
Lots of screaming and twirling, tails wagging, kissing, hugging, borderline hysteria on my part. I went off to my class and when I returned we set off for one of our favorite Detroit restaurants, Micheal Symon’s Roast. We had fabulous cocktails, dinner, and a total splurge bottle of wine, all while sorting out our next few weeks of planning parties, dinners and figuring out when I can give my notice at work (!!).
We’ll be in DC 8 weeks from today, Snakes will be in the May 10th class, specializing in public diplomacy. I will be found frequenting the dog parks and scoping out fabric stores and yoga studios. Hoping to find digs near friends in Capitol Hill. One last thing to mention… (perhaps TMI) a couple of weeks ago we built a little shrine and lit two candles, one for the foreign service and one for our “pregnancy project”. Candles were anointed and blessed by the candle shop owner and we’ve kept them burning continuously, olympic torch style. We figured it couldn’t hurt our chances and maybe we were right.