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Writer's Block: Money to burn
Feb. 20th, 2010 08:58 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Hm. I'm torn.
Option A is a concert-hopping binge. Flights to Germany, Hungary, & Finland, with provisions made for personal translators at each point; hotels bookending each show; second or third row tickets for each; food; interstitial travel--unlimited funding? Go, man, go! Hell, who's coming with me? Deep pockets make shared experience light. Got kids? Bring your kids; we'll hire au pairs if they're under, say, 8, so nobody spends the ride completely mired in the necessary everyday. Oh, you mean there aren't commercial flights available on my schedule? Hey, babe, who're those cats Bruce Dickinson flies for? Call them; arrange a charter. No, if Maiden's touring, Bruce won't be available to pilot. But if Maiden's touring, they're our first stop anyway. So! Hey--do the crew want to come to the shows, too? We can get tickets...
The big trick here wouldn't be arranging the entourage--it would be figuring out a way to keep the inevitable pot smoke out of my husband's lungs. Because I like having him around and Not In Anaphylaxis.
Option B is much more understated: Travel, food, lodging, and a workshop. This place is eyeballs deep in interesting classes, likewise this one, this one, this one, this one, and this one. I haven't even left the continental US. Again, who's with me? Money's a bottomless well? Hey, everybody else taking the course with me--let me introduce you to the Whimsical Fate Scholarship.
Stuff evaporates.
Experience lingers.
Stories linger.
~sigh~ lust lust lust...
Hm. I'm torn.
Option A is a concert-hopping binge. Flights to Germany, Hungary, & Finland, with provisions made for personal translators at each point; hotels bookending each show; second or third row tickets for each; food; interstitial travel--unlimited funding? Go, man, go! Hell, who's coming with me? Deep pockets make shared experience light. Got kids? Bring your kids; we'll hire au pairs if they're under, say, 8, so nobody spends the ride completely mired in the necessary everyday. Oh, you mean there aren't commercial flights available on my schedule? Hey, babe, who're those cats Bruce Dickinson flies for? Call them; arrange a charter. No, if Maiden's touring, Bruce won't be available to pilot. But if Maiden's touring, they're our first stop anyway. So! Hey--do the crew want to come to the shows, too? We can get tickets...
The big trick here wouldn't be arranging the entourage--it would be figuring out a way to keep the inevitable pot smoke out of my husband's lungs. Because I like having him around and Not In Anaphylaxis.
Option B is much more understated: Travel, food, lodging, and a workshop. This place is eyeballs deep in interesting classes, likewise this one, this one, this one, this one, and this one. I haven't even left the continental US. Again, who's with me? Money's a bottomless well? Hey, everybody else taking the course with me--let me introduce you to the Whimsical Fate Scholarship.
Stuff evaporates.
Experience lingers.
Stories linger.
~sigh~ lust lust lust...
