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Yeee! The ticket money has finally been deducted from my account, and so I can only presume that the tickets themselves will be arriving shortly. Now I can concentrate on organizing my trip. My de facto travel agent has been mum for a few weeks, but I suspect he might have been sidelined by some minor family drama. I'm going to prod him tonight and get the ball rolling again.
While he's doing that, I need to get a pre-paid cellphone for the trip. My first cellphone, and it will likely go in the garbage as soon as I get home unless I decide to keep it in the car for emergencies. I hate the damn things, and people who live on them inspire the unbecoming urge to punch them in the face, especially when they're ignoring the breathing, tangible people right next to them. If you promised to take Junior out for ice cream, then mayhap you should pay attention to Junior and not have your eyes glued to your stock portfolio or your Twitter account. When Sonny Jim bludgeons you to death while you sleep in ten years, I wouldn't be surprised if he does it with your cellphone.
I'll also need to get an idea of who might like to meet for a bit. I'm not the most spontaneous person on the planet--spontaneity suffers for want of knowing whether or not you can go to the bathroom should the need arise, and I know some of you have expressed interest in meeting the elusive Guera. I won't have definitive dates until my novice travel agent gets back to me, but I'm hoping to stay three to five days in the city, and God, how I wish I could couchsurf, but gimpy bodies don't do floors very well, alas.
( Two Thoughts on CSI:NY 704--SPOILERS )
And I'll have a more comprehensive review of CSI:NY tomorrow.
While he's doing that, I need to get a pre-paid cellphone for the trip. My first cellphone, and it will likely go in the garbage as soon as I get home unless I decide to keep it in the car for emergencies. I hate the damn things, and people who live on them inspire the unbecoming urge to punch them in the face, especially when they're ignoring the breathing, tangible people right next to them. If you promised to take Junior out for ice cream, then mayhap you should pay attention to Junior and not have your eyes glued to your stock portfolio or your Twitter account. When Sonny Jim bludgeons you to death while you sleep in ten years, I wouldn't be surprised if he does it with your cellphone.
I'll also need to get an idea of who might like to meet for a bit. I'm not the most spontaneous person on the planet--spontaneity suffers for want of knowing whether or not you can go to the bathroom should the need arise, and I know some of you have expressed interest in meeting the elusive Guera. I won't have definitive dates until my novice travel agent gets back to me, but I'm hoping to stay three to five days in the city, and God, how I wish I could couchsurf, but gimpy bodies don't do floors very well, alas.
( Two Thoughts on CSI:NY 704--SPOILERS )
And I'll have a more comprehensive review of CSI:NY tomorrow.
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