The fabulousness of academia! It may not pay the big bucks, but by goodness, we gets the holidays. I took three days leave next week and get more than a fortnight off as the university is closed Monday (St Patrick’s Day), Friday (Good Friday, remnant of Catholic hangover) and an entire week for Easter. Yay!
As I type, I’m sitting at Gate C45 in Dublin Airport waiting to board the 19:05 to London City. Despite being slightly distracted by a semi handsome black gent in a wonderful beige suit, shirt, tie and uber-shiny Nike running shoes, I’m eager to get on board.
Tonight, I’m just going to get some wine, do fake tan (is that a good combo?) and sleep as husband is out celebrating our pal John’s birthday. Tomorrow, we do nice restaurant for my birthday (last Wed) then on Sunday morning – yes – at 6am, we go to Trade for clubbing in a nostalgic London gay style. I have a feeling that if I sleep tomorrow night, I will only want to be rouse for coffee, croissants and the Observer rather than the bizarreness of going to a club, but hey, we are up for anything.
On Wednesday, we’re off to Thailand for a week. I’ve never been there, and Andrew reckons I should go seeing as we have time and he has air miles to reclaim before they expire. Who am I to argue? We’re staying here. I shall stop now because I’m edging very close to the somewhat nauseating blogging style of Oh La La.
It’s all been rather rushed and I know nothing really about Thailand other than what I have gleaned very quickly online. “Do not touch monks on the head” is what one needs to remember. Grand so. Should be a breeze.
Enjoy the festivities if you’re Irish, or that way inclined.