13 days...

ok, this is the first time I have ever tried anything like this. I was no good at creative writing at school, in fact I struggle to write down stuff at the best of times, fact or fiction. but having been told several times that writing is very relaxing and cathartic, I thought, why not, give it go.
I am a petrolhead, love cars to bits, especially the very fast ones. hence the title of this blog. when the F1 motorsport season starts up again, in 3 weeks time, I can guarantee that I will have plenty to write about, and not all of it good! but until then, I'll have to find something else to fill the space with. namely, my holiday thats creeping up at an alarming rate.
6th June 2008 I got a text from a good friend of mine:
"Fancy going on holiday with John Mayer?"
5 days, on a cruise ship, with John Mayer (oh, and the 3000 other people that are going). Only my friend could find a holiday that good, and she's asked me to go with her!! The reply was almost instant
"why not?"
So she booked it all up. and if you're going halfway round the world, might as well make it a longer holiday. so we will be in the good ol' USA for 2 weeks, with a 5 day cruise in the middle.
now, with 13 days till we leave, I now realise just how disorganised I am. all the major bits are sorted like flights, hotels and ESTA's, but its everything else I need to sort out.
This afternoon was spent in Canterbury looking for attire suitable for 4 themed parties on the ship. got two sorted, have plans for number three up in london, but the last one is giving me a bit of a headache- a heroes and villains party. There is too much choice! Think I need to pay Ebay a visit...
Then theres everything else i'm going to need, i've never had to pack for such a long holiday before, think I need to make out a list...
I have actually been counting down to this holiday for about the past six weeks. recent (and some past) events have made me focus on this holiday more than anything. I need this holiday, to escape, just for a little while, to try and sort out a few things in my mind (although various things, such as alcohol, dancing etc may impede this...)
Of course the worst part of any holiday is coming back, and what you are coming back to (and i'm not just talking about the varied British weather). I mean coming back and trying to resume "normal" life when you've just had 2 weeks of doing what you want, when you want to and not having to answer to anyone about anything.
Maybe I should start planning the next one...