Where our heroine is quite the little masochist...
Um. So, I was walking up The Terrace at lunchtime and I had a wee peak at the overseas flight prices in the window of Flight Centre. Just cos.
And, I saw it. Flights to New York. For a paltry $1500. Return.
Yeah, I plotzed.
I rang Matt just before for squee-age...and we reckon we could do it. If he expands his bank loan, and we spend next to no money for the next few months. No coffees, no brunches, no presents for each other, no shoes or designer T-shirts for him, no cute dresses* or purty yarn for me. If we waited until after he finished his radio course, we could go away for Christmas. We could stay with his Granddad, who lives out by Coney Island, if we could wrangle it. We could even come back via Edinburgh, screwthepast! No, really. We were deadly serious there, for a moment.
This seriously could be the worst mistake of both of our lives. I'm still paying off the last trip. We're both supposed to be saving. Shit, I need that money to live off, if I'm going to go back to studying next year. I need that money to live off now! I don't *need* another overseas holiday. I should just be settling down, trying to find a new job, adding to my journalism portfolio, working on my relationship and tidying my damn bedroom. Eh?
But, still. New Yooooooooooork. The very thought of another visit is enough to make me break out in pure strawberry hives of sheer joy and excitment. Seriously, guys! NEW YORK!
*hyperventilates*
This is where you lot talk me out of it. :P Much appreciated.
*I bought another dress today. Very sexy black wraparound. $70 bucks on sale. Just had to, y'know? Thinking of putting a red boobtube dress from a kiwi boutique place on Cuba Street on laybuy. Help.
And, I saw it. Flights to New York. For a paltry $1500. Return.
Yeah, I plotzed.
I rang Matt just before for squee-age...and we reckon we could do it. If he expands his bank loan, and we spend next to no money for the next few months. No coffees, no brunches, no presents for each other, no shoes or designer T-shirts for him, no cute dresses* or purty yarn for me. If we waited until after he finished his radio course, we could go away for Christmas. We could stay with his Granddad, who lives out by Coney Island, if we could wrangle it. We could even come back via Edinburgh, screwthepast! No, really. We were deadly serious there, for a moment.
This seriously could be the worst mistake of both of our lives. I'm still paying off the last trip. We're both supposed to be saving. Shit, I need that money to live off, if I'm going to go back to studying next year. I need that money to live off now! I don't *need* another overseas holiday. I should just be settling down, trying to find a new job, adding to my journalism portfolio, working on my relationship and tidying my damn bedroom. Eh?
But, still. New Yooooooooooork. The very thought of another visit is enough to make me break out in pure strawberry hives of sheer joy and excitment. Seriously, guys! NEW YORK!
*hyperventilates*
This is where you lot talk me out of it. :P Much appreciated.
*I bought another dress today. Very sexy black wraparound. $70 bucks on sale. Just had to, y'know? Thinking of putting a red boobtube dress from a kiwi boutique place on Cuba Street on laybuy. Help.