Sekrit plans were made, bonds were formed, we laughed, we cried.
… wait, okay, there wasn’t any crying. A bit too much drinking, though.
Anyway, it was a great trip. I have an ease with those guys that I haven’t found with many other people in the world.
Anyway anyway, on the last night of the trip, (which largely consisted of bopping around Venice Beach and getting into trouble,) I was finally starting to burn out. Not with Rob and Jason. Frankly, I wish those guys were my next door neighbors.
But I was starting to burn out with … travel, the road and hotels. I was starting to miss my bed and my cat. (Also Elina, but she was already in London by that point.)
Of course, within an hour of seeing off Jason at the airport, I flew up to NorWesCon and panels and shmoozing and critiquing and even more sekrit plans (and even more late nights and drinking.)
Needless to say, by the time I got back to Eugene (and my cat) I was completely wiped.
… and of course I jumped right back into the day job, and … whew.
I mention all this because I’m going on *another* trip in the next few weeks. Elina’s going to meet me in Paris and we’re … well, we’ll definitely make the rounds of Paris awesomeness. But I also want to see some other parts of France etc …
I realized last night I was stressing about where we’ll go first and second and third and I …
… I feel ridiculous and bourgeois. What a hugely first world problem. Should we go to Southern France or Italy? There’s also Vienna, or Edinburgh again?
Part of what makes it possible is that travel, once you’re in Europe, is ridiculously cheap.
I mean seriously, like $9 plane tickets to Turin.
Anyway anyway anyway, it’s looking like the trip will be something like Paris > train to Marseille or Nice > fly to London (where we’ll meet up with Damien and maybe a few other folks.) Maybe Elina can show me some parts of London I missed last time I was there.
All of which is a long form way of saying … *SQUEE.*