It's a wonderful town!

So I'm going to New York.
At least I think I am.
The Boy has a meeting in New York in May and has asked if I want to meet him over there and we can have a bit of a holiday.
As we are still fairly new to this relationship, we still like each other and so of course I said yes.
What I didn't think of was that I would have to pay for it myself.
I knew in the back of my mind that I would be paying, I just never really stopped and thought of how much it would cost to go to the States for a week.
Because that's all I can afford.
Okay 10 days, but it's practically a week and I'll lose time in travel so it might as well be a week.
The current plan has us in New York for a few days (two to myself for shopping) and then we'll fly across the country to Los Angeles and Disneyland!
That's right, I'm going to Disneyland!
I know how pathetic that is for a near 30 year old but I still want to go.
And I'll need at least two days.
But don't think we're only doing stuff I want to do.
We're also (in the current plan) going to Legoland.
Yeah, you heard me.
Legoland.
Due to some recent accquisitions by The Boy, the allotment of household Lego per person has pretty much quadrupled.
Because no one else but him had any Lego in the first place.
Now he has a couple of castles and a dragon along with a set from the Indiana Jones series as well as all the Lego he was ever given as a kid that he's now decided to catalogue.
I came home yesterday to find him sitting in his office surrounded by Lego, sorted into like colours and shapes, trying to put together as many designs as possible (so, naturally, I took a photo).
And this is why he has decided that we're going to Legoland in California, which is apparently quite near Disneyland so "we might as well check it out if we're in the area".
But really, I don't think I care what he buys, as long as he let's me use up his luggage limit with all of the shoes I plan on buying.
And he will.
Because we still like each other.

All night long . . .

Long weekend, just bought a car.
Put two and two together and what do you get?
A middle of the night trip to the emergency room, obviously!
The boy decided that this first long weekend together that we are mobile would be an excellent time to have dental issues.
We phoned Nurses On Call because we couldn't get hold of any dentists in the middle of the night and they conspired to freak out The Boy by advising that if the swelling in his face continued down his neck it could potentially block his airway and suffocate him.
Bearing in mind that we only called to see if they knew of any late night dentists it was surprising when they recommended a trip to the emergency room.
Piling in to the car (Missy K deciding to keep me company), we head down to the hospital in hopes of getting seen to quickly and not being looked at like morons for bringing a dental issue to a place where random people are coming in covered in blood and such.
Trying to explain to nurses that nurses sent us is a serious exercise in futility.
They're saying "personally I would have just taken some Panadol and gone to a dentist" and we're saying "personally we would have done that too but Nurses said we should come to the emergency room".
They say "take some Panadol and put some of this pink goo in your mouth and sit down - we'll see how you feel in 15 minutes or so".
The Boy says "Panadol puts me to sleep, can I not just go home?".
They say "go and sit down and see how you feel".
The Boy immediately feels sleepy after taking the recommended 3 pills, possibly partially due to the fact that it's the middle of the night.
We inform the nurse that he's going to be asleep quite soon and she says we should probably go home whilst The Boy is still awake enough to walk without us propping him up.
What an excellent idea that we had ages ago that you're only just now agreeing to, nurse!
We bundle The Boy back into the car and meander home to put him to bed.
Good thing it was a long weekend because I'm telling you now, urbabe does not like to lose sleep on a work day - apparently it makes her grumpy.
The only slightly amusing part of this entire ordeal is when I start giggling as I'm nodding off with a realisation.
It was two thirty.