Or maybe “Going well… NOT!”
or maybe “Well, not going…”
I will be going to visit my folks in the morning. Since I haven’t spoken to a certain someone to firm up the travel plans— like what time we’re supposed to hit the road, or even if she’s going at all!— I can only presume at this point that I will be making the trip solo. Frustrating, in more ways than one, but I must sadly admit not surprising.
On the up side, it now means I’ll have room in the car to bring back the rocking chair!
In other semi-related news, it also looks like I’m not going to Las Vegas for Convergence this year. Two reasons, mainly:
— First, I can only presume at this point that if I go I would be making the trip solo. I haven’t even had a chance to present the reasons you gave why she should go with me.
— Second, as events south of the border heat up toward what I expect will be an inevitable Gulf War II, I’m getting a little more nervous about the prospect of flying to the States, or anywhere outside of Canada for that matter.
What I think I’m going to end up doing is playing “wait and see” on both those issues. For some reason, should the world not blow up into a million, bizillion, tiny, radioactive pieces, both flights to Las Vegas and hotel rooms will be fairly easy to come by.
