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NMA posted their dates in Dublin - and I got super excited. They're actually playing at a time I could get away with being there. I found a cheapish airplane ticket too so was totally stoked, if by cheap you mean only $700.00. However, then I played the numbers game. After sinking $1200 into the car so far (which I don't regret at all since I am finding that I LOVE to drive) and having such tentative travel partners, I must consider the fact that I will probably be going at it alone which means I will most likely not be able to see them in Ireland come October. Between the conversion rate and the cost of a hostel or hotel room in Ireland, even with someone to share it with, the least it'll cost me per week is about $1500USD...and that is all that I have left in my savings right now without a plane ticket. October is only 6 months away and there's just no way I'll come up with 2x that by then with all the medical bills and the added fun I now have every Sunday. (yes,by the way I AM that Sunday driver. heh) I used to be the girl who would go anyway and sleep wherever, but I cannot bring myself to consider the streets or coastlines of Ireland in October as a viable option. I used to be hardcore dammit...when did this line of thinking start? Alas.
Anyway, I cried for about 2 hours - and I have the added sadness of not being able to meet kalischild in a country far away from our own. It's heartbreaking but out of my reach for now and I need to accept it. Maybe I'll fly off to NYC if I can get Labor Day off to see the show there. At least I'll get to see the band, if not Ireland.
Ok enough about the depressing state of my vacation plans. It'll ruin my whole day to keep thinking about it. So yesterday I went up to where the wall used to be and did all the twisties. I stayed in the lines and learned more about the car in that couple of hours than I had this whole time that I've had it. It was a blast. And the night before I ended up with a car full of tipsy girls in the backseat- and the Cackling Hens of the Apocalypse enjoyed a lovely midnight tour of the Oakland Airport back roads and the city of Alameda while we waited for the news about Violet Vona entering the world. She's a great and healthy baby and the squeals in the car could probably be heard halfway around the county when the news finally came in. For my last trick I got on the freeway and took Hick and Heather to the irish bar last night for some great music that just made me sad about the vacation thing again. Oh well - it was still fun to be the driver and have a moment with Hick. It had been too long.
I guess you could say that driving is progressing quite well. ;) Not quite ready for test yet....but getting there. Car's at the doctor now getting a tune up so I can stop wondering about its actual state and just keep driving. Awesome.
Caught a halibut in the bay on Friday after actually getting to hang a 'gone fishin' sign on my desk, I'm going to the superbikes again in a couple of weeks and then to Concrete Blonde in June ....which is mostly all the news I have to report. This update will self destruct in 10....9....8.....
Anyway, I cried for about 2 hours - and I have the added sadness of not being able to meet kalischild in a country far away from our own. It's heartbreaking but out of my reach for now and I need to accept it. Maybe I'll fly off to NYC if I can get Labor Day off to see the show there. At least I'll get to see the band, if not Ireland.
Ok enough about the depressing state of my vacation plans. It'll ruin my whole day to keep thinking about it. So yesterday I went up to where the wall used to be and did all the twisties. I stayed in the lines and learned more about the car in that couple of hours than I had this whole time that I've had it. It was a blast. And the night before I ended up with a car full of tipsy girls in the backseat- and the Cackling Hens of the Apocalypse enjoyed a lovely midnight tour of the Oakland Airport back roads and the city of Alameda while we waited for the news about Violet Vona entering the world. She's a great and healthy baby and the squeals in the car could probably be heard halfway around the county when the news finally came in. For my last trick I got on the freeway and took Hick and Heather to the irish bar last night for some great music that just made me sad about the vacation thing again. Oh well - it was still fun to be the driver and have a moment with Hick. It had been too long.
I guess you could say that driving is progressing quite well. ;) Not quite ready for test yet....but getting there. Car's at the doctor now getting a tune up so I can stop wondering about its actual state and just keep driving. Awesome.
Caught a halibut in the bay on Friday after actually getting to hang a 'gone fishin' sign on my desk, I'm going to the superbikes again in a couple of weeks and then to Concrete Blonde in June ....which is mostly all the news I have to report. This update will self destruct in 10....9....8.....