Last night, while surfing the Internet, Will found and printed a 6-page travel itinerary for a weekend in Los Angeles. The itinerary, all four days of it, centers around sports events including the Manhattan Beach Open, Dodgers vs. Giants baseball, and the JP Morgan Chase Open. ESPN proposed this weekend and I am sure men everywhere are bouncing around their apartments reading all 6 pages of the itinerary aloud to their wives and repeatedly asking, "doesn't that sound so fun?"
I tuned out at paragraph two. Blah, blah, blah, Dodger Stadium, U.S. Open, blah, blah, Lindsay Davenport, SportsCenter, blah.
But then? But then, I heard the words Beverly Hills Hotel come out of my darling husband's mouth. And, then, Pinks, the famous Hollywood Hot Dog Stand was mentioned. And I was pretty sure I heard Will mention the words famous pecan waffles.
I was definitely intrigued, but I played it cool.
After Will left for work, I took a closer look at the trip and found it chock full of great Los Angeles restaurants and even a stop at the Getty and a little bit of shopping in Beverly Hills (of course, they suggest you shop at Niketown where Kobe Bryant launched the Nike Air Zoom, whatever that is).
Suddenly I am feeling so generous and unselfish about this trip. Yes, I really think we ought to go. For my husband, of course. That's how sweet I really can be.