I believe the word in question is "Squeee."

Yeah, OK, I've been all mysterious about this reward thingy I've been planning for myself, and it isn't all that mysterious (particularly as about half my friends know I've been trying to put this together), but, basically, I'm planning to go to London in the Spring.

Now, me planning to go to London is not insanely unusual.  Me planning to go to London this coming Spring is -- because I've sorta just got back from there, and will be dropping by again in July as part of a family vacation.  And me getting to London twice in a twelve-month period is unusual ... three times in a twelve-month period is kind of insane.

(But, but, but ... I really want to go in the Spring.  Like most of my trips out there, it's scheduled because there's a play I want to see, and said play is only running the Spring.  (And there are other less high-brow things I'd like to see too.  No doubt the latter will still be running when I'm there with my parents in July, but there are other things I'd like to take my parents to, and I realize there are only so many things that they'll put up with for me.)

So, add up at least two things I want to attend in London in March, a bunch of things I didn't get to do when I was there in September, cheap(ish) Spring airfares, the fact that I have a real bear of a thing at work to get done in February, and well, the whole thing starts to look downright irresistible.  


Of course, since I'll be coughing up several grand for the new driveway, and I have no real justification for doing this, it's totally on the cheap, so I'm shopping cheapo hotels and B&Bs (although not this cheap), and also trying to keep the reward element of it going by making myself do all the stuff I have to do before I go.


But tickets to the play just went on sale.  Well, they went on sale in what passes for "today," when you're dealing with an internet box office in a time zone 8 hours ahead of you.  I was planning to (somewhat against my will, but within the range of my own bad habits) stay up as late as 2:00 a.m., checking the website every hour or so.  Tickets weren't yet on sale just after midnight, but I happened to be poking around their website for another 15 minutes and suddenly noticed that they were.  This was a very happy thing -- got my ticket shortly after they became available, and I didn't have to wait another hour to find out that they were, in fact, available.


But I got my ticket!  (Squeee!)  Which means I'll be going to London!  (Re-squeee!)


(Now... to book the cheapo flight...)