Taz Mania!
Holy crap.
So, I nearly ruined Danny’s trip to Australia with some overly ambitious plans and an itchy plane-ticket-buying-finger. Sigh. It’s too long and too late to explain the whole thing, but suffice to say we’re now going to Tasmania (some of us 1.5 hours later than others) and I now have 260 dollars to use with Qantas in the next twelve months.
Man, I had to talk the lady into giving me a $149 dollar plane ticket for $260. I mean, talk her into it. Freaking bizarre. I had to say, “So you’re telling me Qantas won’t take an extra hundred and ten dollars for a this ticket?” The Qantas flights were more expensive than the Jetstar flights over all, though so I still wound up saving money. And somehow I wound up saving seven dollars on the taxes. Absolutely insane. Then again, we’re now flying Jetstar, so we’ll probably never leave the ground.
Sigh.
And then I went to see The History Boys, which would have benefited from a stronger cast, but was enjoyable overall. Made me want to see a) the actual cast do it, and b) the movie again so I could see the cast do it. The play is far better than the screenplay, though - hands down.
Given that I have now sorted the tickets, I plan on falling into the sweet release of sleep (not death). This sweetness has eluded me the last several nights as I tossed and turned, getting up at various points to check on flights and different routes, plans. And then there were just the hours of general stressing. This is the craziest travel moment I’ve ever had besides my baffling conversation with a large Russian woman on a train platform who just kept saying, “No Krakow. Moscow only.”
Those in close proximity to me will soon get to see my Taz Hands. That’s how excited I am about Taz Mania.
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