I mentioned that they are even worth a road trip.

“Let’s do it!” she said, and she made good her word today.

Because, you know, a lot of people talk about things and then life is busy and those things don’t actually happen and I get that, I really do. But, sure enough, later in the week Lindsay texted me with three possible days to take a trip down to Georgetown and sample those cupcakes.

It’s really going to happen!, I thought, excitedly, as I told her Saturday should be perfect.

So Lindsay, Collin, their seriously adorable baby Senya, and I piled into their car and drove South. And then we proceeded to go to town. Literally. And specifically, Georgetown. The place has its own kind of magic with cobblestone and these buildings that are so wonderfully old and made of good and lasting materials like varying shades of brick and stone. We found Georgetown Cupcake and soon joined what felt like half the population of DC in a line that wrapped around the building and then some.

And then we talked and tried to keep a straight face as the person directly behind us popped up in surprising proximity to one or another of us. I’d look to my right and find her just an inch from my shoulder, staring. Or she’d be shimmied up close to Lindsay. Or she’d be shimmying up the telephone pole that was right in the middle of where we were standing, and I’m not even kidding. At that point, it got a little difficult not to laugh, I have to admit.

And then we sampled some of the most delicious and road-trip-worthy cupcakes ever. Good thing, too, because I was starting to get nervous that I’d built them up in my mind and maybe they weren’t as good as I’d thought and here I’ve gone and made my friends road trip with their brand new baby just to eat a tolerable cupcake when the world is full of tolerable cupcakes, many of them not so many miles away.

But no need to worry; they were amazing. We got six and spent the day splitting them between us. Unfortunately for Collin, his two picks were the least favorites of mine and Lindsay’s. Or maybe that was actually just good planning on his part, cause now that I think about it, he did get to finish those two cupcakes all by himself. If that was the case, well played, Collin; well played.

And then we found a little park with stone pillars that were intertwined with the branches of a circle of trees, and, after talking under that shade for a while, Collin pointed out this little guy.

He was hanging right above us and he might have been listening to our conversation or he might have sensed that we were the kind of people who were traveling with cupcakes, but whatever the case, he was a wonderful addition to our party.

*not pictured here, but just as adorable and memorable as the raccoon (if not more!), was the swarm of gnats as well as the bust of Francis Scott Key. Just didn’t want them to feel left out, since they were also fixtures of the park, you know.

But the day was, quite simply, perfect.

The good news is that my mom bought me a bailey’s irish creme cupcake; the bad news is that my pop ate it first.

The good news is that my mom then gave me her coconut cupcake; the bad news is that it was not the bailey’s irish creme cupcake I had really been looking forward to.

The good news is that my mom knows the rules of restitution; the bad news is that, according to her, my pop now owes me four cupcakes. I suppose he will have to become The Cupcake Fairy along with already being The Milk Fairy. And then I will have to have a party in which I invite a few friends to help me eat my plethora of cupcakes and, oh yeah, help me keep fitting in my jeans.

The good news is that I have really been doing my part in going green by only averaging about two showers a week lately; the bad news is that you are now probably judging me. Oh, and it may be that much more difficult to ever start dating again unless I up my showers to at least three per week. Maybe even four if we’re talking clean hair more often than not.

The good news is that I sent off my bling in my mail-ordered break-up box today; the bad news is that it has come to this: a couple of pieces of jewelry that used to mean the moon and back and now simply mean a check and a bad taste in my mouth. Yep, coulda really used that cupcake.

The good news is that my stylist waved something of a magic wand today and got rid of my roots; the bad news is I’m thinking he’s not in love with my super magic blond hair since he’s already discussing with me ‘the plan’ to go darker again. Something about carmel. But don’t get all excited cause I’m pretty sure he doesn’t mean candy. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have told him I was ready today.

The good news is that I saw a raccoon up close at a friend’s house tonight; the bad news is that his tail was somewhat shorter than normal and kinda skinny, too. And I got the distinct impression that he was aware of the fact cause he kept hiding it behind the wooden railing.

The good news is that tomorrow is Tuesday and it’s a nice, new Tuesday that hasn’t even been written yet; the bad news is that Tuesdays can sometimes make me think of that Tuesday. The one I barely survived. The one that reminded me about how life isn’t at all the way I planned it and sometimes The Worst slips off its disguise and looks you squarely in the face right before it moves in, whether you’re ready or not.

The good news is that that Tuesday will never happen again; the bad news is that that Tuesday happened at all.

The good news is that when I saw one of my friends today, he noticed how I couldn’t stop smiling; the bad news is that sometimes I remember all of the things that have recently transpired and it turns my smile off like a light. And if it’s a night like this, when the moon is remarkably absent, it can start to feel pretty dark out there.

The good news is that me and Shane agreed on a band name, finally; the bad news is that somebody else agreed on that band name back in 2008. They even got a myspace page. For a day. Just one day. But it’s still there and it’s still keeping us from being The Janes, like we were trying to be.

The good news is that I had tasty thai food tonight; the bad news is that it was tasty and spicy and thank God for milk that is ready and available.

The good news is that I am already in bed and it is already late; the bad news is that I am too tired to keep writing, so I think my report is now finished.

The good news is that I thought of just one more thing: the bad news is that it is that I looked at the word ‘news’ and suddenly forgot how to spell it. Is it really just the pluralization of the word ‘new’ as in ‘new and shiny’? How is that so? I even googled it. Sure enough, it’s right. And sure enough, I’m tired.