la douce humanité
Somehow, miraculously, our life has been mishap-free lately. We found another small hair trimmer in the house. I don't like it as much, but maybe I will get used to it, and James' head looks pretty normal. Aside from that, there was a 4-day stretch where I kept accidently kneeing, kicking, and otherwise abusing James' crotch, but that was all completely accidental, and he's none the worse for wear. So, we had a good 3 weeks of bliss with some minor bickering.
Then, vacation planning happened. I'm at UNC Charlotte studying French and Anthropology, and 3/3-3/12 is my Spring Break. James has somehow finagled Tuesday the 7th through Sunday off. This is a major feat in the airline world, and I'm not too sure money and/or goods didn't exchange hands before it worked out. As long as it wasn't sexual favors, I really don't care. So, we found ourselves with 6 days to go wherever USAir goes. We went to Germany in December, and we're going Greece in August, both of which are places James picked (not that he has to drag me either place). It was my turn to pick the vacation.
Being a Francophile (duh), I decided we'd go to Paris. We fly for free, but we fly standby, so if flights are full, we won't be getting on them. Unfortunately we figured out that we'd get there Wednesday morning and have to leave Friday noonish b/c of the flight loads. Two and a half days in Paris is nothing too terrible, but it was also going to be raining and about 30 degrees. Forget that mess.
Next up on my list was the Carribean, sepcifically St. Martin. St. Martin is Francophone, so at least I'd get to speak the language. The flights looked pretty good, and everything seemed to be marching forward, until we saw the hotel prices. Zut alors! I decided we'd just go ANYWHERE in the Carribean instead. So did everyone else who flies USAir. Except for St.Martin, all the weekend flights were oversold, leaving us with Tuesday-Friday. I decided I cared more about maximizing my vacation than saving money on hotels, so we looked into St.Martin again, and found a place that was just a little over $100 a night. Fine. We booked it at that heavily discounted rate through Perx, a resource for airline employees. Two days later we got a call saying the hotel refused our booking. Destination 2, down.
FINE! We're staying in America. I submit. If I'm going to travel somewhere, I want to be able to speak the language, and luckily the US meets that requirement as well. November was our 4-year dating anniversary, which marked 4 years of me failing to convince James to go skiing. I don't think I've been skiing for 5 or 6 years, though this November will be the 20-year anniversary of me and skiing. Since this is MY choice vacation, and my first 2 James-friendly choices got shot down by the powers that be, I pulled the brat move and told him that we were going skiing, period. We're staying at The Roxbury, which I found in a rival airline's magazine (shhh!). Since we made this decision Friday, there hasn't been a lot of time to run around getting the stuff we need for the trip. Yesterday we were supposed to go to Sun & Ski Sports and get James ski pants, long johns, and most importantly, snow boots. The day was cut short, however, when James felt a Primordial Man Urge to grill something. Let's not dwell on how badly THAT went; this isn't The Hopeless Husband, is it? We figured we'd go today when he was on reserve, since he rarely gets called. I think we jinxed it by having sex after we woke up instead of going right to the mall, because work called him immediately after we finally got out of bed. They gave him an overnight trip--he gets in tomorrow night at 8h45pm. Our flight to Albany leaves at 9h50. Obviously that left us no time for shopping. Our hotel's cancellation policy that doesn't allow for changing our reservation so close to the date, so we'd be paying to stay there Monday night, even if we elected not to come until Tuesday.
The gist of this is that I went to Sun & Ski Sports today and tried on boots. The thing is, I already have snow boots. I was trying on boots for my husband. Do you know how hard it is to try on shoes and try to guess if they will fit someone else??? I pray you never have to find out. I bought the boots and a million pair of ski socks and long john bottoms and fleece shirts and ski goggles and hats and other skiing acoutrements and let me just tell you that I am thankful everyday for my no-limit amex.
I don't have a witty conclusion for this. I am full of fear that things won't work out. I'm extremely nervous about how the hell I'm going to pack all this stuff. There's a good chance my mother-in-law is going to be stuck in town tonight and I'm going to have to get her at the airport at 10 pm and take her back there at 6 tomrorrow morning. My house is a mess, everything is covered in animal hair, she's allergic. To quote Peanuts... AUGH!