Narcoleptic Squirrel

With just over a month to go, our trip to Europe is feeling more real every day! It doesn’t seem like that long ago we were only saying we were going. We fully intended to go, but it was still only talk. Now, we have nearly all the ducks in a row…hurrah!
G informed me we have train tickets. Those were probably one of the more pain in the ass parts of the planning. After looking over all the options, we decided that we would do a first class room for the longest part of the trip. This way, we wouldn’t be sharing the cabin with two or four other people, or having to spend fourteen hours nearly upright. However, instead of a confirmation for this, we got a response that the singles were taken, , but we could do first class, sharing with two other people. This sort of defeated the purpose of why we were getting the first class. We didn’t want to share! Otherwise, we would have gone with the Couchette and shared with four others. Part of what didn’t appeal to me about this was the total lack of security. There were instructions to lock your luggage to your bed, and how the first part of the trip the beds would be sofas, then some dude would come and convert them, then we would have to be all quiet so peeps could sleep, then at the ass crack of dawn some other dude would turn the beds back into sofas. Not my thang. Although the picture of the couchette did look like fun. Hot coeds in cami tops, one with her hair in a towel, laughing and conversating. A party on tracks! The amount of fun they were having was nearly enough to make me concede to the couchette. But, we went for second class in reclining seats. I figure I can make my own fun. I will wrap my hair in a towel…I certainly have cute pj’s with cami tops. I shall laugh, and be cute, and sing “ROME if you want to, ROME around the world…” G is thrilled at the prospect of this, let me tell you. I have a feeling that he is going to tell the staff on the train that I’m being transferred from one asylum to another, and that I’m harmless. But, I think the pure fun I’m having will be contagious, and the train will sing along, and play truth or dare and do body shots all the way to Rome.
We also got our hotel, which allows pets. Almost tempting enough for me to pack a cat or two. However, I’m guessing from how much they love car rides, they will love a long plane ride (complete with layover), a hotel, three train rides, and a week on a boat even less. Bah. We’ve had our plane tix for a while, which was the first thing that made the trip seem real. Getting our new passports in the mail was pretty sweet, too. We had to get ours reissued since we both had name changes. I also discovered that I misplaced mine, which since I was getting it reissued anyhow, was no big deal. Except that I liked my old picture….even though that had to go anyway. I don’t like my new pic. I think the fact that it was 95degrees that day, and no matter how I tried to make myself up, I kept sweating the makeup right off were against me. Of course, they now have so much anti-counterfit shit on there, you can berely tell what I look like. Practically defeats the purpose. We spent the extra bucks to have them done in 7-10 business days, also. Theoretically, they would have been done in time, however in this day and age, where everyone’s a suspect, we didn’t want to chance it. Passports are funny things…when you don’t have one, it’s no big deal. When you do, you realize how much freedom you have.
Now, I just have to figure out what I need to bring, and my must see places, and where the cool nightspots are, and we should be good.
Any tips on the nightlife?

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