One day to go
December 12th 2002 -
One day to go
Work finishes at lunchtime tomorrow, when we head off to the cricket. Everything has been going pretty much to schedule so far, apart from organising accomodation in Brisbane, and booking tickets for The Two Towers in Townsville.
In the former case, it’s just slackness on my part. In the latter – well, as it turns out, we can’t book tickets for either the Reading or Quin cinemas in Townsville, except by going in in person and buying them. I called Dad up at work and begged him to get the tickets today. It’s particularly frustrating because the website claims that we can book tickets over the web, gives you full instructions, but when it comes to actually allowing you to book them… well, the movie date/times are supposed to be hyperlinked to something or other that allows you to actually buy tickets, but there aren’t any hyperlinks. So much for the internet. All our hopes rest with Papa…
At least I have all the Spit CDs now, right here next to the desk. Most pleasing; I’ve had a bit of a listen and they’ve turned out about as well as I could have hoped for – there are one or two songs where there’s a bit of distortion, but since the songs were recorded fairly primatively to begin with, it’s not too much of a problem.
Meanwhile, I’ve booked dinner with Paul & Greta for tonight – they finally met Anna, after a comical series of near-meetings that ended with Paul’s avowal that she didn’t exist – and hit it off well, so this could be terrific. I’ve gotta leave work earlyish and get some stuff to eat together…