Notify The Florist!
Okay that title was pretty much just for Bill and Dan -but feel free to ask me about it. Anyway today has been a day of many new beginnings.
Bought my first vodafone prepay card in YEARS -and yes, it is still preposterously expensive. How do people in south Auckland afford both P and cell phone credit? Robbing liquor stores can't be that lucrative. (Maybe I'm doing it wrong?)
The other thing we did today was actually buy our plane tickets! In retrospect I probably should have opened with that rather than a pre-paid cell phone card because it's slightly more interesting.
We'll be flying Qantas via Sydney and Bangkok. Why? Because I have a ludicrous amount of points that I have accrued over the years and we want to upgrade from economy to 'premium economy'. (I assume that means they peel the foil pack on your microwaved feces for you? Because some times that foil can be hot.)
Also we get to use the lounges because of our Qantas Club membership and the only way to make a 27 hour flight bearable is to stop several times so that both you and the plane can refuel without being cut off by snooty/lazy air hostesses. I don't care if some of them are male these days. Hostesses!
Oh yeah, the date is July 20. And we're flying (wait for it) QF 1. Should be easy to remember. It's just one number and I also will go QF 1 about seventy or eighty times in the 'dedicated premium economy bathroom' during the flight. What is it about airplanes that make me pee so much? Is it the heroic amounts of alcohol I drink before and during the flight? Or the one small bottle of water I also drink in the hopes of cancelling out said alcohol?
Poverty Meal 2 Update:
I have good news on the second poverty meal. (Tonight we ate chilli con carne but I just obeyed the directions on the Old El Paso pack so it isn't worth blogging)
We tried some of the White Trash Fudge last night and it made us nauseous. Somehow those extra 12 hours do more than make the whole thing solid. Because it was our classy dessert tonight (chilli and white trash fudge. I wonder what the poor people are doing right now?) and it was good!
So that's two from two.
Comments
Hooray for momentary unemployment. I am similarly afflicted... From today... My birthday... Which you haven't mentioned but I assume are celebrating in your own special way.
As for my French, I tried a few phrases yesterday on my own and it's atrocious. Maybe I will just pretend that I didn't study it for five years and could conceivably order some breakfast and find the Metro without too much difficulty.
Will you have found a job before you leave for your holiday, or are you waiting until you get back? If it's the second one then we can both line up for soup together. I assume London hasn't changed much since the Blitz?