Phewsh. We have a passport.
In a shocking display of government efficiency, I showed up for my passport appointment at 11am and left with the passport in hand at 1pm. I was expecting today to be long and painful, but it was actually pretty easy. Dare I say, even a bit pleasant. I only had to wait about five minutes for my appointment, and then they gave me a ticket and told me to come back in two hours for the passport. Karis and I found a shady spot in front of the building and had a little blanket time. I got to eat in quiet, I made a few phone calls without someone trying to talk over me, I sat in silence – I mean really, when do I get to do that? Heavenly.
I also got to spend two hours of quality time in the car with MY OWN MUSIC. No backseat dj’s begging for daddy’s lamesauce classic rock that has been indoctrinated into their immature brains. I dorked out the whole roadtrip with some broadway tunes. A little old-school (Chess, Blood Brothers) and a little new-school (Spring Awakening, Glee). Oh yeah.
By the way, is it just me, or are baby passport photos the most hilarious thing ever? Like, cuter and funnier than a cat calendar by like 100%. I think I shall make a coffee table book, comprised solely of baby passport photos.
The day was not without excitement. As I was leaving the federal building, I noticed that a large group of policemen were gathering, and putting caution tape around the lawn. When I reached the door, I heard the security guard say into his walktie talkie, “I think we’re gonna half to close Wilshire Blvd.” That is the point when I clutched that passport and started running. I was NOT gonna get stuck in some weird lock-down plot out of an Alias episode in the LA federal building. I beelined to my car and as I pulled out of the parking lot, I saw the Bomb Squad pull up. I have no idea what was going on, and I wasn’t gonna stick around to find out. What I do know: Karis has a passport. THANK GOD.