heading to rio tomorrow ... at 3am
I'm sure that all of you (both of you) are sick of me saying that I'm going to Rio and never delivering on my promises. Or more likely you forgot I even mentioned it. Either way, it looks like it's going to happen, since we bought the tickets last night and are on our way tomorrow morning. That's right, at 3am, because we are some cheap freaking bastards and that's when the cheap flights are.
Of course, things are never easy, so when the travel agent put my credit card through last night it was rejected. So he called up somebody and they said "leave out the security code" (i.e., the 3-digit security code on the back of your card to prevent fraud), which he did, and it worked. NICE. You really got to hand it to security/credit card companies these days, making things secure by coming up with technology and then making circumventing it the only way to get anything done. Some slow claps for these folks.
It's cheapest to go to Rio via one airline (TAM) and come back on another (Gol). The credit card worked for TAM but not Gol. And before you start telling me why it didn't work, Captain Obvious, you can just save it. We already tried our secret little trick of leaving off the security code for Gol, too, but they were too smart for us.
So we're leaving tonight but who knows when we're coming back. ETA for return is Wednesday morning, depending on flight availability and/or price. I could stay for a couple of weeks and no one, least of all me, would notice. Unemployment and lack of responsibility and/or commitment, as I'm sure many of you know, has its perks.
The following may cause some of you to puke or at least want to, and to those folks I offer no apology. It's your fault for wasting your time cruising the web and not being astute enough to know how to avoid mediocre sites like this. Here's the following: anytime the word "Rio" comes up, the song of the same name by Duran Duran (look it up) comes into my head and won't leave for a minimum of two hours. The funny thing is that I don't think any of the lyrics (I'm NOT wasting my time looking them up, at least not until I finish writing this) even refer to the city in Brazil. The Rio Grande river, yes, and some woman with the name Rio. Who the hell names their daughter Rio anyway? You'd think the same wit the Duran Duran guys used to pick a hairstyle would have transferred to lyric writing, but apparently not.
Have you ever noticed, too, that a song can be playing in your head for hours and you didn't even notice it? And then something happens, like you involuntarily start singing it or the cloud of whatever else you were thinking about passes. And you're like, "Wow, I've had that song in my head for a really long time and I didn't even notice it. I got to try to concentrate on some other more inane song, like anything by Abba, to get it out of my head." It's a viscious cycle, because the songs only keep getting worse.
Anybody with me on this one? Hello?
Of course, things are never easy, so when the travel agent put my credit card through last night it was rejected. So he called up somebody and they said "leave out the security code" (i.e., the 3-digit security code on the back of your card to prevent fraud), which he did, and it worked. NICE. You really got to hand it to security/credit card companies these days, making things secure by coming up with technology and then making circumventing it the only way to get anything done. Some slow claps for these folks.
It's cheapest to go to Rio via one airline (TAM) and come back on another (Gol). The credit card worked for TAM but not Gol. And before you start telling me why it didn't work, Captain Obvious, you can just save it. We already tried our secret little trick of leaving off the security code for Gol, too, but they were too smart for us.
So we're leaving tonight but who knows when we're coming back. ETA for return is Wednesday morning, depending on flight availability and/or price. I could stay for a couple of weeks and no one, least of all me, would notice. Unemployment and lack of responsibility and/or commitment, as I'm sure many of you know, has its perks.
The following may cause some of you to puke or at least want to, and to those folks I offer no apology. It's your fault for wasting your time cruising the web and not being astute enough to know how to avoid mediocre sites like this. Here's the following: anytime the word "Rio" comes up, the song of the same name by Duran Duran (look it up) comes into my head and won't leave for a minimum of two hours. The funny thing is that I don't think any of the lyrics (I'm NOT wasting my time looking them up, at least not until I finish writing this) even refer to the city in Brazil. The Rio Grande river, yes, and some woman with the name Rio. Who the hell names their daughter Rio anyway? You'd think the same wit the Duran Duran guys used to pick a hairstyle would have transferred to lyric writing, but apparently not.
Have you ever noticed, too, that a song can be playing in your head for hours and you didn't even notice it? And then something happens, like you involuntarily start singing it or the cloud of whatever else you were thinking about passes. And you're like, "Wow, I've had that song in my head for a really long time and I didn't even notice it. I got to try to concentrate on some other more inane song, like anything by Abba, to get it out of my head." It's a viscious cycle, because the songs only keep getting worse.
Anybody with me on this one? Hello?
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