Day 128



Things are already going badly with regard to the holiday, and we don’t even leave for the airport until tomorrow morning. As such, today’s entry is a little shorter than usual because I’ve spent most of the day tearing out what little hair I have left while preparing for departure.
Not unreasonably, prior to any journey with the wife, I try to drink enough alcohol to numb my senses. On this occasion she was way ahead of me and executed a very cunning move to ensure it wouldn’t happen.
The current Mrs. Snowman informed me that rather than getting a bus transfer from the airport to the hotel she’d organized a rental car…with my driving license. This means that I’m unable to get drunk at the airport, on the plane or in the bar at the other end when we reach Spain.
Brilliant.
However, rest assured that I shall make up for it when I reach the hotel.
If we ever reach the hotel.
I don’t know the make and model of the vehicle we have to pick up but whatever it is, it better have the same suspension system they use on Challenger tanks.
It took me about three minutes to pack a small sports bag with a few shirts, a couple of pairs of trousers and some underwear.
It took Mrs. Snowman all day to pack hers.
Even though we’re only going for seven days, she has loaded two suitcases, an overnight bag, a satchel and a handbag I haven’t seen before.
I’ve no idea what are in them but it took two people to lift them up.
I wouldn’t be surprised to find us traveling all the way from the airport in a vehicle doing a wheelie on its rear wheels.
Tomorrow could be more of an adventure than I expect.
With Mrs. Snowman running around all day in a state of panic, it was impossible to access the Internet for more than ten minutes at a time and therefore I was unable to play any poker.
At least my bankroll can’t be depleted to zero.
With any luck, and if the timing is right, I might get in a quick game while I’m waiting in the departure lounge in the morning.
I shall keep you informed.
And so, after a day while I sought sanctuary in the bedroom and everyone else scurried around like their pubic hair was on fire, I’m ready for a week of rest and relaxation.
I hope.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $0.28