Renegades' World Tour: "Third Time's the Charm" Yuletide Edition
You know you've become a seasoned world traveller when you pack, for a two-week trip, the night before departure in a little over an hour. Understanding: this is a mere observation, not a suggestion of superiority. No, sir. We have to wait until I arrive at the destination and discover what I've forgotten before any smugness is felt.
Since its inception, the Renegades' World Tour has seen stareyednight and I through no small number of adventures. Some good, some bad, some incredibly frustrating yet funny in recollection (time, you little scamp; how do you heal all wounds like you do?). Tomorrow we add another edition to the book: having first attended thebagbunny's birthday party (he's old!), my lady love and I fly out for Sydney. After a lovely night's rest in a swanky hotel, we fly out of the nation's would-be capital at the gentlemanly hour of noon, arriving in Vancouver at 7am on the day we departed.
Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. Also: we've clearly learned a few things from previous frustrations (huzzah, breaking up the trip!).
This trip is important. After two aborted attempts, we're finally making it to Canada for Christmas. It'll be the first yule stareyednight has celebrated at home since 2005, and that's an experienced I've owed her for so very, very long (for those unaware, Australian Christmases tend to top out around the 32C mark). It'll be my first (semi) white Christmas (driving an hour to get to the nearest mountain counts, dammit) and I'm excited. I think of how much I giggled at the sitcom-becomes-reality of stareyednight's family residence and can only imagine the chuckles I'll have, living through a gosh-darn honest North American Christmas. I'll be the star of my own holiday special! Woo-hoo!
All that said, I'm going to miss LJ terribly. We've spent Christmases apart before ('tis the nature of our existence) but not this far apart, nor for two weeks at a time. I know she'll miss me just as much (more, she insists) and that, when we're back together, we'll have tonnes of fun. I'm going to miss my folks just as much, and I thank them for being so good about their only kid taking off at Christmas that they agreed to celebrate it early (and buy me ancient trading cards, moo hah hah).
... right. Time to get some sleep, then get my renegade on once again!
Greet the Fire as Your Friend,
SF
Since its inception, the Renegades' World Tour has seen stareyednight and I through no small number of adventures. Some good, some bad, some incredibly frustrating yet funny in recollection (time, you little scamp; how do you heal all wounds like you do?). Tomorrow we add another edition to the book: having first attended thebagbunny's birthday party (he's old!), my lady love and I fly out for Sydney. After a lovely night's rest in a swanky hotel, we fly out of the nation's would-be capital at the gentlemanly hour of noon, arriving in Vancouver at 7am on the day we departed.
Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. Also: we've clearly learned a few things from previous frustrations (huzzah, breaking up the trip!).
This trip is important. After two aborted attempts, we're finally making it to Canada for Christmas. It'll be the first yule stareyednight has celebrated at home since 2005, and that's an experienced I've owed her for so very, very long (for those unaware, Australian Christmases tend to top out around the 32C mark). It'll be my first (semi) white Christmas (driving an hour to get to the nearest mountain counts, dammit) and I'm excited. I think of how much I giggled at the sitcom-becomes-reality of stareyednight's family residence and can only imagine the chuckles I'll have, living through a gosh-darn honest North American Christmas. I'll be the star of my own holiday special! Woo-hoo!
All that said, I'm going to miss LJ terribly. We've spent Christmases apart before ('tis the nature of our existence) but not this far apart, nor for two weeks at a time. I know she'll miss me just as much (more, she insists) and that, when we're back together, we'll have tonnes of fun. I'm going to miss my folks just as much, and I thank them for being so good about their only kid taking off at Christmas that they agreed to celebrate it early (and buy me ancient trading cards, moo hah hah).
... right. Time to get some sleep, then get my renegade on once again!
Greet the Fire as Your Friend,
SF