<\/a><\/p>\nThat’s right. We’re headed back next week<\/em><\/strong> to enter the bubble. We’ve been scrambling here at Dead Robot Heavy Industries to get ourselves prepared.<\/p>\nLast week the final cheque from Da’s estate came in and with it sitting in my hands I made a vow that I would not spend it on rent or food or any other items that we may use ordinarily – ESPECIALLY with a strike looming. Even more so, in fact. I truly don’t want any of Rob Fucking Ford’s machinations to affect or effect me. He’ll not get this money. No, a semi-evil corporation in Florida will.<\/p>\n
So off to the internet! I spent days scouring for the best\/cheapest time to travel and finally found that the last two weeks in January are extremely cheap for rooms\/flights. After Feb 7th, prices jump up into that somewhat uncomfortable area. Finding a deal on WestJet Vacations (no this isn’t a paid post… I wish it was though! Hi WestJet Vacations SEO bot! Hi!) I had very little time to convince SharkBoy that we wanted …no… NEEDED to go back to Walt Disney World before this deal disappeared into the ether.<\/p>\n
I knew that getting him into Vacation Mode would be difficult, simply because he was in Stress Mode due to Rob Fucking Ford. I had to move delicately. I start by small short emails to his work – three lines of text, like a carefully crafted Haiku:<\/p>\n
Pop Century: Jan 24 to 31
\nRoom, flight and park tickets: $1705
\nCar Rental: $80<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Understandably he responds with strike news. But he asks about prices for Gay Days in May. The price I find for that weekend are painful. He tells me not to torture myself and stop looking.<\/p>\n
I don’t give up easily and I keep it up. A few days later, while watching TV, I hand over my iPad with the booking on WestJet Vacations (Hi! How you like me now, WJV??) in it’s final stages. $1705 all in. Taxes too. He growls. Later, I hear the printer going in the office and he comes into the bedroom and tosses freshly printed booking inquiry sheets. The price at the bottom is $2350.<\/p>\n
“See? You’re wrong. Expensive.”<\/p>\n
“Oh bitch, it’s on,” I think and take him step by step into my plan:<\/p>\n