OK, so if I got on the phone *now* I could book myself on a plane to Essen in 3.5 hours
Which would mean I’d have to be at the airport in 1.5 hours.
Which gives me – umm, I mean, would give me – an hour to:
- Finish the stuff I am doing for the creche trivia night tomorrow and email it to someone, with my apologies
- Find my passport (and probably Otto’s too)
- Book Biggie into after-school-care until Fraser could collect her
- Book hotel room
- OMG Squeee about going 😉
- Empty handbag and re-pack
- Print Spielbox checklist
- Book taxi
- Find empty bags to take (for games)
- Digital camera
- Notebook PC
- Video camera
- Chargers for both cameras
- Connector cables for both cameras
- Software for connecting DV camera to my laptop (to install on plane)
- Game journal
- Mobile phone & charger
- Adapter plug (this might require a run to the luggage shop on the corner, if I can’t find mine)
- iPod, speakers, charger
- Spare bag(s) – if I take Otto, we get 40kg baggage allowance between us
- Luggage trolley thingo
- oh yeah, toiletries and a couple of changes of clothes wouldn’t be a bad idea either 😉
The appeal of this (while it lives firmly in the land of fantasy) is overwhelming.
1. I want to go to Essen
2. How cool a way would it be to go? To just decide and then hop on a plane.
I once got to go to the airport and say, “I want to be on the next flight to Sydney.” Sadly, it was because my mother-in-law was dying – so a very sombre occasion. But I have to confess that even under those circumstances, I was not unaware of the coolness of the “next plane to X” comment.