Okay, I'm calm again. Excited, but calm.
After finally getting my boarding pass last night, I went out with some old friends to have dinner. Hugh, Kev, Laur and I haven't done that in a long time (its been quite a while since we were even in the same place at the same time, and I loved it). There was good food, talk, and lots of laughing. It was a fantastic send-off.
And I even convinced Laur to stay over last night, netting myself a free ride to the airport, which is hugely appreciated. I've got a boarding pass, I've got a ride, I've got a friend with me- this all adds up to a totally unstressful travel day.
In any case, I should get on with it.
Bon voyage to me!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I'm on my way!!!
Dear Friends,
Please kindly disregard previous blog. Apparently, the Continental website online check-in requires a minor freakout in order to complete boarding pass registration successfully. This requirement was easily met, and the process has been completed to the satisfaction of everyone involved.
Twenty four hours from now, I will be twiddling my thumbs in a Newark airport, waiting to board the big plane.
One hour from now I will be meeting my friends for dinner, so I gotta go get ready.
Wish me a good trip, and I'll blog if and when I can from abroad!
B.
Please kindly disregard previous blog. Apparently, the Continental website online check-in requires a minor freakout in order to complete boarding pass registration successfully. This requirement was easily met, and the process has been completed to the satisfaction of everyone involved.
Twenty four hours from now, I will be twiddling my thumbs in a Newark airport, waiting to board the big plane.
One hour from now I will be meeting my friends for dinner, so I gotta go get ready.
Wish me a good trip, and I'll blog if and when I can from abroad!
B.
Freaking out
I'm packed.
My work is done.
My out-of-office is on.
The on-line check-in won't let me print a boarding pass. It keeps telling me to 'proceed to the airport'. If I had my own car, I'd already be on my way there. I'm aware I'm freaking out.
After being left behind from my flight to Florida last year, I feel the freaking is mildly justified.
I will retry the online check-in in half an hour.
And half an hour after that, and half an hour after that, if I have to.
My work is done.
My out-of-office is on.
The on-line check-in won't let me print a boarding pass. It keeps telling me to 'proceed to the airport'. If I had my own car, I'd already be on my way there. I'm aware I'm freaking out.
After being left behind from my flight to Florida last year, I feel the freaking is mildly justified.
I will retry the online check-in in half an hour.
And half an hour after that, and half an hour after that, if I have to.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Ignoring the rational in favour of excitement
Bethany's rational mind to Bethany: "It's 6am, go back to sleep... It's 6AM, go back to sleep... I know you're excited about Europe, but that's on Friday, and this is Tuesday, and you have to work, so let's sleep now... please sleep... OH FINE, I give up, get up, write a blog, pack, whatever you want, just leave me out of it."
So, for the past few days I've been mildly funked out. Not sure why, but now I'm back in my super hyper, get-me-outta-here mindset. Woo! Hopefully this won't mean work will suffer, cause the office is pretty spinney these days. Meh- I'm going to Europe!!!
Things are coming together. I've got everything I need to bring with me either purchased or washed, listed, and set out. I still won't let myself pack yet, but I also couldn't bring myself to put away things that were new and coming with me (mostly toiletries), so now the shelf beside the tv looks like a drug store aisle- a million travel-sized bottles all lined up and on display. Some people might call this a mess- NOT ME!!!
Okay, so I said that things were coming together (I'm a little scattered this morning, please blame this on the time, as I'm not supposed to be awake for almost another hour). The brother came over last night. I gave him CD's for the Mom, we fixed the Egg's nails, we had Shwarma (I found him a new place for his list, he said it ranked fifth. That's pretty good!) And he fixed my Mp3 player, so that's just awesome. I still want to get a bigger one, but now I think I can wait for it and put that on my Hanukkah wish list.
And last night, the best friend called me to see if maybe we could do dinner the night before I leave. I love this idea (I haven't seen her in a while, I'm going into withdrawal), and on the phone with her, I parlayed dinner into a possible overnight/airport drop off, meaning more time for us to gab, help for me with luggage, and a hassle-free (hopefully) ride to the airport. Woot!
And this had great repercussions, too: if I'm out with friends on Thursday, that means I get to pack a day early!!! I'm gonna go jump the gun and start now.
Have a good day, all.
So, for the past few days I've been mildly funked out. Not sure why, but now I'm back in my super hyper, get-me-outta-here mindset. Woo! Hopefully this won't mean work will suffer, cause the office is pretty spinney these days. Meh- I'm going to Europe!!!
Things are coming together. I've got everything I need to bring with me either purchased or washed, listed, and set out. I still won't let myself pack yet, but I also couldn't bring myself to put away things that were new and coming with me (mostly toiletries), so now the shelf beside the tv looks like a drug store aisle- a million travel-sized bottles all lined up and on display. Some people might call this a mess- NOT ME!!!
Okay, so I said that things were coming together (I'm a little scattered this morning, please blame this on the time, as I'm not supposed to be awake for almost another hour). The brother came over last night. I gave him CD's for the Mom, we fixed the Egg's nails, we had Shwarma (I found him a new place for his list, he said it ranked fifth. That's pretty good!) And he fixed my Mp3 player, so that's just awesome. I still want to get a bigger one, but now I think I can wait for it and put that on my Hanukkah wish list.
And last night, the best friend called me to see if maybe we could do dinner the night before I leave. I love this idea (I haven't seen her in a while, I'm going into withdrawal), and on the phone with her, I parlayed dinner into a possible overnight/airport drop off, meaning more time for us to gab, help for me with luggage, and a hassle-free (hopefully) ride to the airport. Woot!
And this had great repercussions, too: if I'm out with friends on Thursday, that means I get to pack a day early!!! I'm gonna go jump the gun and start now.
Have a good day, all.
Friday, June 20, 2008
One week
Have not been sleeping well, hence the early morning writing. I woke up super early (not on purpose), after a relatively late night last night. Tried reading to make myself sleepy again, but by the time I felt like I could crawl back under the covers, it was time to get up and get ready for work. Argh.
And I don't want to go to work, cause I have to tackle a project I've been avoiding, which I feel guilty about avoiding in the first place.
And also, there's an opportunity at work that I have to talk to someone about, but it takes guts, and when it comes right down to it, I can be pretty cowardly, especially when it comes to change.
So you can see the allure of calling in sick and spending the day in bed.
I won't do that- I just really want to.
Besides, even if unfun things await me- work, the dentist AGAIN tomorrow, cleaning my apartment, huge amounts of laundry, stocking up on uninteresting things like cat food and litter- I can do it. And you know why?
CAUSE I LEAVE IN A FREAKING WEEK!
ONE WEEK
ONE WEEK
ONE WEEK
That is my mantra for the rest of the day. One week, and I am gone, and all those things that seem to plague me now will be as far away as can be.
I guess we'll just have to wait and see whether I even come back.
And I don't want to go to work, cause I have to tackle a project I've been avoiding, which I feel guilty about avoiding in the first place.
And also, there's an opportunity at work that I have to talk to someone about, but it takes guts, and when it comes right down to it, I can be pretty cowardly, especially when it comes to change.
So you can see the allure of calling in sick and spending the day in bed.
I won't do that- I just really want to.
Besides, even if unfun things await me- work, the dentist AGAIN tomorrow, cleaning my apartment, huge amounts of laundry, stocking up on uninteresting things like cat food and litter- I can do it. And you know why?
CAUSE I LEAVE IN A FREAKING WEEK!
ONE WEEK
ONE WEEK
ONE WEEK
That is my mantra for the rest of the day. One week, and I am gone, and all those things that seem to plague me now will be as far away as can be.
I guess we'll just have to wait and see whether I even come back.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Psychologically advantageous haircuts, etcetera
Wanna know how excited I am about Europe? This excited: I have Tuesday marked on my calendar, because it’s the day that I am going to the drug store to buy stuff like travel-sized toothpaste for my trip. I also have the following Wednesday marked, because I’m not allowed to start packing before that. 16 sleeps! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Not that shopping for pint-sized toiletries is all that I have to look forward to between now and the moment the plane takes off. Recent days have been packed with dog-centric city festivals (it’s called ‘Woofstock’ and it’s a little insane, but the brother, the Robins and I, along with Eggroll the leashbound enjoyed it), book club nominations (much sharing of fries and opinions occurred), and seeing of friends and movies and shopping. Upcoming, I have the symphony Saturday (selections of Romeo & Juliet, Gershwin something, and something else), dog sitting, several dinners out with friends, and also the new Coldplay CD comes out next week.
One of my responsibilities while housing the Egg is going to be grooming him. The brother leaves for a visit with the Mom in two weeks, and for the first time ever, Eggroll will be taking to the air to come along. That is, if the airline officials say that he’s slim enough (seriously, they’re as bad as modeling agencies and gymnastics trainers!) So the brother has me clipping the Egg down to a buzz cut in order to make him appear cleaner, sleeker, and cuter- in J’s words, “to give him a psychological advantage”. Hopefully, this tactic will work, and Egg will get to be a mile-high dog. I wonder if he’s afraid of flying?
I am not afraid of flying. The flight to England is, like, 12 hours, and I plan to sleep through most of it (after the square little unidentifiable meal they’ll give me, that is). Some people are not afraid of flying because they have heard statistics like ‘you’re more likely to die in a car crash on the way to the airport’. Or statistics with actual numbers.
I believe, however, that it is impossible for the plane to fall, simply because it is impossible for the thing to fly in the first place. I know some people claim there’s physics or some such nonsense holding the thing up, but nerts to that. Really, it’s just this giant metal thing doing the impossible, and there’s no reason for it to stop doing it once it’s started.
Hey- bees aren’t supposed to fly, either.
Not that shopping for pint-sized toiletries is all that I have to look forward to between now and the moment the plane takes off. Recent days have been packed with dog-centric city festivals (it’s called ‘Woofstock’ and it’s a little insane, but the brother, the Robins and I, along with Eggroll the leashbound enjoyed it), book club nominations (much sharing of fries and opinions occurred), and seeing of friends and movies and shopping. Upcoming, I have the symphony Saturday (selections of Romeo & Juliet, Gershwin something, and something else), dog sitting, several dinners out with friends, and also the new Coldplay CD comes out next week.
One of my responsibilities while housing the Egg is going to be grooming him. The brother leaves for a visit with the Mom in two weeks, and for the first time ever, Eggroll will be taking to the air to come along. That is, if the airline officials say that he’s slim enough (seriously, they’re as bad as modeling agencies and gymnastics trainers!) So the brother has me clipping the Egg down to a buzz cut in order to make him appear cleaner, sleeker, and cuter- in J’s words, “to give him a psychological advantage”. Hopefully, this tactic will work, and Egg will get to be a mile-high dog. I wonder if he’s afraid of flying?
I am not afraid of flying. The flight to England is, like, 12 hours, and I plan to sleep through most of it (after the square little unidentifiable meal they’ll give me, that is). Some people are not afraid of flying because they have heard statistics like ‘you’re more likely to die in a car crash on the way to the airport’. Or statistics with actual numbers.
I believe, however, that it is impossible for the plane to fall, simply because it is impossible for the thing to fly in the first place. I know some people claim there’s physics or some such nonsense holding the thing up, but nerts to that. Really, it’s just this giant metal thing doing the impossible, and there’s no reason for it to stop doing it once it’s started.
Hey- bees aren’t supposed to fly, either.
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