The Ball took place at Camelot, in Upper Marlboro, Maryland. They really did a good job-- very professional, which is why I'm mentioning them by name. Sam said it was one of the best parts of the trip-- good food and good music (according to him, I mean about the music, the food was good)-- what more could you want?
Well, we did want to get there without having to do a turnaround because the Driver and Tour Guide missed the sign for the place. Once again, too busy looking at GPS's to actually take in the signage. I saw the sign and started singing the "Camelot" song, and the Teacher in front of me started singing, too. Then, the Driver kept on going. I said, "Hey, there was a sign for the place back there." They kind of didn't believe me. So, I said to the Teacher, "You saw the sign, didn't you? You started singing the song." To which she replied, "I didn't see the sign. I thought we were just singing."
One more thing, some of our Bay Area kids couldn't get over how frequently we crossed state lines-- Virginia, Maryland, D.C.
P.S. I do know that D.C. is not a state.
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