More Cowbell (nickslickerton) wrote,
More Cowbell
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I'm about due for another library entry

Thirty three hours and fourteen minutes. When I step off the plane in Christchurch, New Zealand, it will be 53 hours and 14 minutes later, even though thirty three hours and fourteen minutes will have passed.

I just finished taking a look at my travel itinerary, and here's how Nick is going to spend Feb 11th, 12th, and 13th (even though it's going to take less than 2 days).

Grand Rapids --> Detroit (1 hr flight)
Detroit --> Los Angeles (5 hr flight)
Los Angeles --> Nadi, Fiji (10 hr flight)
Nadi --> Auckland, NZ (3 hr flight)
Auckland --> Christchurch, NZ (1 hr flight)

Whew. I might take my cousin's advice: Pop a few sleeping pills in LAX and have a couple stiff drinks at the airport bar. He did that on his way home from Korea, and he said the stuardess had to shake him awake when he landed in the US.

I think the fact that I finally have the plane tickets is making this a lot more real. Before I had them, I kinda knew in some wispy, vaporous sense that I was going to be leaving soon. Now that I have the paper that's going to get me there, the reality is creeping in. I'm starting to feel excited.

On a completely unrelated note, some weird shit happened to my car yesterday. Mo, Chris, Zach and I were driving down Broomfield in Mr Wilson on our way to see Adaptation when my car started making this god-awful grinding sound. It sounded like it was coming from my door, so I figured it was my speaker or something. Then Mo and Chris said "Your window!!" and I could see that it was slowly creeping down. Then, all of a sudden, it shot all the way down by itself. My window committed suicide!

Now here we are, driving down Isabella in the freezing Michigan snow with the frigid air blowing in and the heater on full blast in a futile attempt to counteract the cold.
Try as I might, I couldn't get the window to go back up. So, we abandoned our movie plans and went instead to Meijer to buy window-sealing supplies. I bought plastic and tape, and then we decided to go to Blockbuster to rent a movie instead. Lo and behold, when we get into Mr Wilson after getting our movie, the damned window went back up!

I have no idea what happened. Now I have 8 dollars worth of supplies in my back seat that I'm wanting to return to Meijer, but I hesitate because If this is going to happen again, and if it is, I'd prefer to have the supplies on-hand. Too Bizarre.

Oh, and will someone tell the Wightman folks to open the goddamned darkroom already? I've tried getting in there the past 2 weekends and it's been closed both times. How's a brother supposed to develop his film with no darkroom? Sheesh.
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