Move over Lestat, Slinky's coming through

JH had invited me to go up to New Orleans with him. Being stuck in work hell and hanging on to the grim hope that me and The Boy were going to flee the country shortly, I told him it was a no go. I didn't hear from JH for a while, and my glorious plans of escape fell through, not without some major bitching and wailing on my part.

Shortly after all this, JH comes online again.

JH: "Hey there, gorgeous."
Slinky: "Hey babe. Haven't spoken to you in a while."
JH: "I've been in hibernation. Also, I just got back from New Orleans."
Slinky: "WHAT?"
JH: "Yeah, it was great."
Slinky: "WHAT?"
J.H: "There was jazz spilling out of all the doorways and it was like Mardi Gras on Bourbon Street every day!"
Slinky: *wailing* "I wanna go to New Orleans toooooooooooooooo."
JH: *completely cool* "Okay. Oh, did I tell you that I got free passes to the Hustler strip club?"
Slinky: *WAAAAAIIIIILLLLL*

I've managed to extricate a promise of sorts from JH that sometime this year, I'm going to inflict myself on JH and make him accompany me to New York, then New Orleans. An instant walking, talking city guide, score! I'm going to get myself a whole bagful of beads to pay fugly people not to flash me. I'm going to sit in smoky jazz clubs and drink some great wine and smoke some killer fags. I'm going to eat my way through New Orleans, tour the plantations in a great big straw hat, bring back some voodoo works for the Sisterhood, visit some strip clubs and run amok, see if I don't. JH, consider yourself warned.

On a related note, I drew up my schedule for all the matters I'm involved in at work, and I have come to the horrible realization that I have a deadline almost every week, with multiple deadlines in a week being a not-unheard-of-occurrence. This is not, the p.w. and I agree, the way to live. Add to that the fact that I've been waiting. And waiting. And waiting. It drives me crazy. I check my goddamn mail every single day. Nada, nothing. Yet. Goddamnit.

Which is why I have decided to grab opportunity even before it knocks and threaten it into giving me what I want. Fuck this, I'm buggering off on holiday. My leave has been approved, and all that remains is to score some cheap tickets, and I
m winging my way away from this damned place at least for a little while. Whee!