Just as I wrote the last LJ post, it was already being asked for! Well innit that special?
Sigh. I printed out the ticket so I can give it away and I'm looking at it very wistfully on my desk right now. I want to gooooo. I've been so good, and I waited, and siiiiiigh.
But I'm being a good doobie and going to Iowa. Tickets purchased for way too much and starting flights way too early both mornings I fly. That alone will make me prone to hysterics. Also, it's going to rain. You couldn't ask for more mournful circumstances, methinks. Luckily, my family and I share a sense of humor and it turns out that a semi-mean thought I had was one all the rest had at the same time.
The thought was this: isn't it just like Gramie to do this at the most inconvenient time for all involved? My dad's birthday is being overshadowed. (He's 60, this should be a big one. We'll have to do something really big for Father's Day.) It's right before Mother's Day. (So the guilt and grief can live forever! Just what someone with a long-standing--decades long--martyr complex would have wanted!) Darryl has to fly in from Hawai'i. (Another month, and he'd have been in Nevada. Also, he has NO vacation time left from interviewing for fellowships, and he had to call in thirty billion favors to get out there--8+ hours of flying out there each trip.) Dana was supposed to attend a conference on Friday. (That her work paid for.)
Next to all that, I feel very petty being sad about missing a movie, so guilt is at least making the longing go away. Not helping? A very shiny poster for Iron Man that I got to see because I was stuck at the front of a crowded bus this morning as it crawled along 125th street. Stupid marketing! Stop being so good!
Ah, I'll shut up now, I'm sounding very callous.
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