"This is our decision to live fast and die young."

Recent developments concerning the Wonderful Adventure of the Century! (I can't remember exactly what I called it last time I wrote about it, but I think that's it).

So the motto of our trip is: We're going to Europe! Don't invite yourself.

This motto came about because a little while ago, one of my friends from high school invited themselves to our trip. But not to worry - it worked out and everything is fine and he is not coming (deep breath). So after that, we decided to keep our trip somewhat on the D.L. (you may ask yourself, "If it's on the D.L., why is she writing about it on her blog?!" First, you must ask yourself how many people read my blog. It's about 5. And they already know about it. So we're safe)

But we recently had another event that threatened the very awesomeness of our adventure. That's right. Another person invited themselves to our trip. And who should it be?

MY MOTHER.

That's right. My mom invited herself to come with us for at least a week. Sheesh! Now let me tell you about this. First of all, although my parents are not coming on this trip, they play a huge part in being the benefactor. So although my first reaction was "NO WAY!" I said, "Well, we'll think about it..." Then I tried to convince her that she didn't even want to come, and said,"You know we are going to be living as cheaply as we can, so I don't think you will even want to go with us." But she countered it with offering to pay for us to live better for that week. Because a trip that includes 10 days with my mother is better than no trip at all, I just said that I would talk to Lex about it.

Directly after I got off the phone with my mom, I called Lex and told her about the threat. When she got home, we talked about it some more and I proceded to call my mother and ask how long she wanted to come for, because she just said she wanted to come for a while before. She said about a week or 10 days. I gave a sigh. Was it worth it? How serious is she?

I decided I had to try the waters a little. I said, in a half jokingly voice, "You're ruining our trip!!".

...a good little test, right? ;)

She said, "I thought that if I offered to pay for better food and housing, you would let me come."

Right then, I knew we were in the safe zone. We continued our conversation about how Lex and I must go on our own, and how it would be much more fun for EVERYONE INVOLVED if she went with my dad.

So the awesomeness factor is still intact... for now. Hopefully we pull this off, even though my parents are being difficult.

Wish us luck.