fly me to the moon...

NBC deprived me of The West Wing last night. I rushed home from happy hour for my fix only to be left with L&W: CI. Not a bad episode but it wasn't TWW. I tried to watch Angel, instead, but I'm afraid I'll get sucked in and The West Wing has to win that little battle.

My travel schedule for November/December is finally confirmed. Until it changes.

Nov. 8- 15: Florida
Nov. 21- 30: Paris/England
Dec. 7- Dec. 14: Florida
Dec. 25- 31: Dominican Republic

I'm very much looking forward to most of these trips but it's a hell of a lot of time spent flying. I've been dreaming about the trans-atlantic flight for more than a month now. But, if I want to travel to these places, I have to fly. And my job dictates semi-frequent trips to FL. I get that and I almost accept it. Fortunately, my terror about the flight to Paris makes the flights to Florida seem like cake. Sort of. Okay, not much at all. But I'm pretending. That's got to get me somewhere. Mind over matter, and all.

I need a hypnotist. Or a transporter.

Finally, a little something for hammerhead22.

( He's saying, 'Yay, Hammerhead!' )

fly me to the moon: part 2...

Let's add this to the schedule:

October 30. Day trip to Detroit.

That's a flight in the morning and a flight in the evening. I fly a lot. A lot a lot a lot a lot a lot. And dj_writes says I can't have a transporter. Among other potential disasters, he's afraid of the following:

- buffer flush - dead
- pattern lost - dead
- console shorts out - dead
- Klingons torpedo the place - dead
- insect gets mixed into your matrix - Brundlefly

It still seems better to me than my other options.

But! On the positive side, I'm really looking forward to this meeting. And Bri has offered to entertain my friends who are visiting from FL for the weekend and will arrive in NY before I get back.

In a nutshell. Flying = bad. Meeting = good. Friends = good. As long as I don't crash and burn, the good wins.

Boss' day came and went. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed that I didn't at least get a card. It's not important in the long run but I try to make this office a positive place to work. FL Counterpart and I spent a long time thinking about what to do for our boss. So, yes. A card would have made me smile. Whatever.

Tonight my mother and step-father are coming into the city for dinner with Bri and her parents who are in from out of town. I love when they take the time to come to the city and see me. I don't ask often and they haven't let me down yet. I guess that's the stuff that does matter.

crownzeal: You cracked me up today. I hope my IT department is reading my e-mail. They'll be much confused about JC/Lenny.

Last thought. Yankees!

bellybutton trauma...

First, I have to send a big public thank you to worldwouldend for being thoughtful and kind and absolutely making my day with one surprisingly wonderful gesture. Thank you.

Dinner tonight was wonderful but I've got to admit that it's awkward when one set of parents think it's a 50/50 kind of deal and the other parents think they're being treated. Good thing Bri and I are close enough to glide right thought that and laugh off the very awkward moment. Aren't we too old for this by now? We were tempted to just jump in and pay for it ourselves.

So. My bellybutton. I have it pierced. But the top piece fell off the stud. I can't take it out because it will close. And I can't get another stud until tomorrow. So I have my piercing all bandaided to my belly so it doesn't fall out. It looks ridiculous. It feels ridiculous. But it's all I can think of. And I like the stud I have now. It's silver and baby blue and sparkly. So lunch tomorrow is a trip to the village to get a new one.

PS. This game is going to kill me.