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In which I write about the Idea.
May. 5th, 2005 09:31 pmSomehow, this week has managed to go by pretty quickly. Of course, there's still one more day of it, but I'm not yet ready to gouge my eyeballs out, so that's good. And then there's the weekend, and those are nice. This one happens to be an at-home weekend, which means that we get to spend time together doing whatever we want. Not that I don't like the weekends where we go to visit my family, but it does require four hours of driving and no time at all to get anything else done.
So, it's finally time to write about the Idea I had that caused several of you to contemplate violence against my person. I really wanted to wait until things were settled, for there were a few issues that caused the whole plan to be questionable, but it worked out in the end, and...
I booked our tickets to Sweden today. We leave Thursday evening on May 26, arrive May 27, and leave June 5. It's the first time we've been in three years, for a hundred different reasons.. money, lack of vacation time, then his parents were planning on coming here, and all sorts of things. But now it's actually happening, and so we're pretty excited.
The weird thing about it is how sudden the whole thing is. I was sitting at work on Tuesday afternoon when I noticed that I have a four-day weekend for Memorial Day, and if I took three days vacation, I would have a week and a half off work... not that I would have done such a thing given the sad state of my leave balances post-illness, but it was a fun thought. And then it occured to me that I could actually take those three days off, and if M could get vacation time approved, then we COULD ACTUALLY GO. Seriously, it was not even in either of our minds until right then. Problems: M's parents are in Malta, and we needed to check with them as to whether or not they were going to be home then, and we both needed to okay the time off, and airline tickets currently cost a fortune. But he got a hold of his parents this morning before he went to work (isn't technology grand, that a boy in Kentucky can call his parents house in Sweden, and that call gets forwarded to their cellphones, when they're out hiking in Malta?) And we both got the okay, then I found us some tickets. So, problems cleared. Now we just need to get everything we need to do done before we leave.
At 7:00 tonight, M said something about needing to let his parents know that it was set (he kept saying that we didn't know if it was going to work out when he talked to them this morning) but of course he couldn't call them right now since it would be one in the morning. Then he jumped up and said, "But I can call Blatt!!" *laugh* So, he did. B answers the phone after eleven rings, sounding somewhat groggy, and M curses inelegantly at him for a few seconds in lieu of a greeting. There was a three-second pause, and then all B says is... "what do you want?" That made me laugh.. they're so funny. I think it loses something in the retelling. I might add that M has called him once since he moved, as they generally do the ICQ thing, so a phone call in itself would probably have been a surprise, much less at one in the morning on a Thursday. M said on Tuesday that it would be funny to not tell him at all.. just call and ask him if he wanted to meet at JoLo for a beer as if there was nothing unusual in the request. The problem, he decided, was that B would have just shown up and pretended that nothing was out of the ordinary, which would totally ruin the joke, so he figured he might as well call. Who cares about the time?
So, it's finally time to write about the Idea I had that caused several of you to contemplate violence against my person. I really wanted to wait until things were settled, for there were a few issues that caused the whole plan to be questionable, but it worked out in the end, and...
I booked our tickets to Sweden today. We leave Thursday evening on May 26, arrive May 27, and leave June 5. It's the first time we've been in three years, for a hundred different reasons.. money, lack of vacation time, then his parents were planning on coming here, and all sorts of things. But now it's actually happening, and so we're pretty excited.
The weird thing about it is how sudden the whole thing is. I was sitting at work on Tuesday afternoon when I noticed that I have a four-day weekend for Memorial Day, and if I took three days vacation, I would have a week and a half off work... not that I would have done such a thing given the sad state of my leave balances post-illness, but it was a fun thought. And then it occured to me that I could actually take those three days off, and if M could get vacation time approved, then we COULD ACTUALLY GO. Seriously, it was not even in either of our minds until right then. Problems: M's parents are in Malta, and we needed to check with them as to whether or not they were going to be home then, and we both needed to okay the time off, and airline tickets currently cost a fortune. But he got a hold of his parents this morning before he went to work (isn't technology grand, that a boy in Kentucky can call his parents house in Sweden, and that call gets forwarded to their cellphones, when they're out hiking in Malta?) And we both got the okay, then I found us some tickets. So, problems cleared. Now we just need to get everything we need to do done before we leave.
At 7:00 tonight, M said something about needing to let his parents know that it was set (he kept saying that we didn't know if it was going to work out when he talked to them this morning) but of course he couldn't call them right now since it would be one in the morning. Then he jumped up and said, "But I can call Blatt!!" *laugh* So, he did. B answers the phone after eleven rings, sounding somewhat groggy, and M curses inelegantly at him for a few seconds in lieu of a greeting. There was a three-second pause, and then all B says is... "what do you want?" That made me laugh.. they're so funny. I think it loses something in the retelling. I might add that M has called him once since he moved, as they generally do the ICQ thing, so a phone call in itself would probably have been a surprise, much less at one in the morning on a Thursday. M said on Tuesday that it would be funny to not tell him at all.. just call and ask him if he wanted to meet at JoLo for a beer as if there was nothing unusual in the request. The problem, he decided, was that B would have just shown up and pretended that nothing was out of the ordinary, which would totally ruin the joke, so he figured he might as well call. Who cares about the time?
