"Wonderful, wonderful Cooooooooopenhaaaaaaaagen..."
Will be in our heads all day--because that's where we're off to on toget (the train) in about an hour. I have to go get my passport renewed.
It will be my third passport, which kind of tells you how old I am...and, I guess, how long since I've been off in international lands (about 14 yrs. old, when we moved to Japan). One time, when I was on Study Abroad in London, an old guy coming from a Duran Duran concert had a stern chat with me on the tube about how only one in ten (? Is this true? I have no idea) Americans ever owned a passport and how that made us all really narrow-minded. There are a few logical counter-arguments to his point, but I like to think that maybe since I've had three passports now, I'm picking up some of that slack.
Also, it seems appropriate that, since this is the 29th anniversary of when my mom was in labor with me while having a broken tailbone, I'll be seeing the original of her favorite statue in the world. [This made way more sense when I first wrote it at 6:30am...but now it sounds completely unrelated and crazy. Statue? Labor? What? Just roll with it.]
So, "let us clink and drink one dooooooowwwn!" To Copenhagen!