Maybe, just maybe, I might be able to get over to vancouver for queeruption. The car plan has been nixed, which means no heavy load of debt to carry round in the mean time. It would just be a matter of swinging the time off work, and still being able to afford the airfare, various costs of travel, and still pay the rent here while I’m gone. 4 weeks hardly seems long enough, so I’m thinking maybe 6 weeks. 1 and a half in Vancouver, 2 in new york, 2 in london, the rest would be flying time. Gosh, it sounds like such a possibility.
Meanwhile, I had an awesome dream last night about missing Miss J, sex venues, conferences and beer. I think its a sign.