i am less than a grand short on the monthly nuts and so will need to dip slightly into equity to resolve cash flow until salary starts again in the fall; AND i am also, quite possibly, fallow at present; BUT, i just found a package that would put me in a french quarter dive for a full week for around $550, with the option for $25 daily car rental should that desire arise, plus the temptations that inevitably would arise; OR, i could rent a car here for a week for $150, feed it gas and take it to spend maybe $75 a night, plus temptations, at my regular garden district spot and not be locked-in to a schedule; OR, i could sit here, most likely not painting, probably buying things: DISCUSS.
Not being able to even recall the last time I was less than a grand short, I will save you the disaster of my financial planning advice. Oh, okay, one bit of wisdom, but that’s it.
When it doubt, buy a new computer.
no, thanks, i have those. having spent much of the day noodling around on orbitz, not knitting the thing i am to wear tomorrow to my nephew’s bridesmaids’ luncheon, i am in full retreat mode: it’s ridiculous! i haven’t yet paid for the gasoline for the last (driving) trip two months before The Storm, the one with the near accident and the surprise packages, i’m insane.
I don’t know any many dead people who regret having taken that extra trip to New Orlean. I do know some who regret staying home. You only get one time ‘round, might as well have fun.
you know dead people?
anyway, i think that’s the logic we/i used on the last one. or maybe the one that’s still on the chevron card...so am i flying to the rench quarter, ‘mouse? or driving a rental on my own?
Mathwise it’s pretty 6 v. 12/2, so do you like the drive? And once in NO how much do you want that car? Were it me, I’d drive cuz I’m a fool for a roadtrip and I hate airports.
Of course I know dead people. Heck some of my best friends are disembodied voices inside my computer. Dead people are at least as real as that.
a lot. last time i was there i flew in and couldn’t really get anywhere outside the quarter. of course, almost nothing was extant outside the quarter then; this time i’ll want to get around and out. i’m just scared that i’ll spend twice as much as that $500 package…
yeah, well i would, i’d only get 4 nights, not seven, for comparable money...but then four nights is all i’ve ever done..that’s three days with the driving, thirteen, carry the one...i don’t know, i don’t know!!
Oh, hell, yeah. You like the drive, you’ll want to get around and out, you have the chance to bypass the beautiful magic of the airport...in short, drive, she cried. :)
(On a completely different subject, did you take any pictures of the ruffles & flourishes before you sent them out on their long, long journey?)
see, i meant to even though i wasn’t going to post them anywhere in case knitty wants some beckylets, but then i wasn’t going to post them anywhere and so...i forgot…
maybe becky will. once she stops laughing at boot’s feet.
so you’d drive for four days instead of fly for seven? is no one going to vote i assume sanity and stay home?
Sanity. Pwuh. As far as driving vs. flying, I’d agree with mouse: 6 vs. 12/2.
how can that be? 7 is nearly 2X4…
e, you picked the wrong crowd for that.
I was just looking at ‘53 Chevy 5-windowpickup truck on ebay that I’d really like and plotting the route I’d drive from Minnesota (wow, thay’s way friggin’ north and east of where I thought it was) to CA. I was rationalizing that it’d do my 12yo daughter good to go on a road trip with her daddy in a truck that’d never make it all the way without breaking down multiple times.
And if she won’t go, I know someone who will. I’ve made the trip several times. I know all the back roads.
oh. my. gawd. we’ll want pictures, of course.
I didn’t say it was a sure thing. Here you guys go trying to pressure *me* into crazy roadtrips. I thought this thread was about making e take her trip.
Darn it is a sweet looking truck tho. And the trip sure would be an awesome adventure. And…
and it’s 6 v. 12/2, after all…
e, stay at home and while you’re at it, study accounting.
been here; done that.
Well, then. On your bike!
what?
If the lovely boot will pardon me for chomping on the question, I believe that “on your bike” is a colloquialism common to Commonwealth nations, and translates to “go, go,go!” I’ve heard it used in contexts ranging from “you’re fired!” to “we’re finished, you and me!” to the much happier “hey! let’s take a road trip!”
Speaking of “hey! let’s take a road trip!”...’mouse, you have to do it. With the 12yo, with Keith, or just plain on your lonesome, now is the Time of Bad Sledding in Minnesota, which is the only time you want to find yourself in a truck that breaks down several times. As the lovely e said, we want pictures. And full story, of course.
Thanks, bake. I was using it in the “hey! let’s take a road trip!” sense.
So, all people listening to this thread: on ya bike!
no, my recent study of accounting tells me such things are at present fiscally indefeasible (thanks, boot.)