What did I do today, you ask? Oh, nothing special. I just hung around at the Indian Consulate, you know. Getting a visa. For India. So I can, you know. Go to India. Tomorrow.
Yes. Tomorrow. Well, I suppose technically "today." I am going OH MY GOD I AM FUCKING GOING TO INDIA TODAY. I didn't even know if work was actually going to send me until about 5:30 this evening, and let me tell you, sitting there all day wondering if you're going to be going to the other side of the planet the next day is pretty nervewracking.
We have a development team working there, and I'm going to learn what they do and teach them about what I do. I have a plane ticket and a visa to go to India and I'm actually going to India. India is very very far away from New York, in case you were wondering, or did not have a handy map to reference. I have an 8 hour flight to Paris, and then another 8 hour flight to Mumbai, which gets in around 1 am on Friday. Then there's a four-hour drive to the city I'll be staying in. I keep wanting to call it a town, because I can't fly directly there from New York, but this "town" has a population of something like five million people. Five million Indian people. Because, see, they live in India, which is where I am going.
What kills me is I always think that to do something like this, to plan a trip to India, you really have to think ahead and book all your travel months in advance and figure out where you're going to go and where you'll stay and what you'll do. Not so, apparently, in the business world. In the business world, you just buy a last minute ticket for $1700 and tell the people on the other end, "Hey, could you book a hotel please? Ten days. Yeah. Thanks. Oh, and send a car 'round to the airport, too."
I tried to calm down and breathe a little bit on the subway ride home, but it totally didn't work. What I ended up doing instead was frantically scribbling out a very lengthy to-do list, detailing the work I had to get done at home tonight. This includes, among many other things, laying out a playbill for Purchase College, writing all of the captions for the images in my book about the clap, packing, ordering my cap and gown, and looking up stuff about just where the fuck I'm fucking going.
So that's where I'm going to be. India. The battery to my camera is charging right now. I have a feeling I'll need it.
Man, this is going to be AWESOME once it actually sinks in.