Whohoo! Going to Stockholm! Me and two of the girls from work are going on a girlie-weekend-out in May!
I’m in a very travelly mood at the moment. It must be because I saw Jane off at the airport yesterday and seeing people off at the airport just seems unnatural. Picking people up is ok, because you then have the visit to look forward to, but seeing people off – watching the other person going through security and having to turn back and go home to an empty flat makes me feel profoundly restless. On the way back home I started thinking “I wonder if I could gatecrash the Whisky Society group going to the Speyside Festival next week?” Unfortunately, the answer is no. No tickets to any of the arrangements, no room at the inn, and I don’t even want to know what the flights would have cost at this short a notice… Bugger. Besides, I have a meeting on the Monday/Tuesday which I know at least one person would be livid if I missed (“Look, ok, I know we really need this meeting and that it’s been put off several times, but I really just have to go to Scotland to drink whisky, ok?”) So, plan B. Stockholm. We’d been talking about it for a while, but I raised the subject again and we actually got the tickets booked (Ryanair, 1500 kroner for the lot of us, how do they do it?).
Which is good. I still want to go to Scotland, though. AND next week is May Day week, so I could take the Friday off and have a long weekend. And I do have quite a lot of frequent flyer points available, enough to get me to Great Britain. I wonder if Andreas is around? I wonder if the nice people at SAS can get me a points flight for that weekend? I suppose it is unlikely. Will have to check, though. Want to travel. The other option is trying to get a flight to Bergen, which would be very sensible as I need to finish a costume for my honourary nephew and doing a bit of measuring and fitting might not be a bad idea. Sensible and good, I’d get to see Janne and Konrad and Stian and my brother (though I just saw him I could do with seeing him again). But I want to go to Scotland. I’m going to start pouting in a minute.