Gone Baltimorin'

Last night we returned from a quick trip to Baltimore, for a double job interview. It was a bit like doubles tennis: too much to coordinate, a little standing around, and crab cakes.

Actually, one of the highlights of the trip was some good crab cakes at a local restaurant.

Little Dude enjoyed some french fries, not yet being much into sea spiders. He soundly rejected Cheerios today, perhaps having grown too fond of the fries. I offered to toss the cereal in the fryer, but M-N said no.

One of the other notable moments came during M-N's interview, where she had to teach a class. Normally, that might be a low point, as it's a bit of a silly thing to do on an interview, but she had Cal Ripken's daughter in the class.

Ok, truth be known, she didn't really care who Ripken was (and I have some doubts about his greatness myself), but still that was kind of cool. I think this was a legitimate daughter, with his last name and everything.

That pretty much sums up our trip to Baltimore. Although there was also some tandoori chicken pizza of note. That was excellent. (Neither the crab cakes or the pizza were school food, incidentally.)