After almost ten hours in the air, I’ve made it to my hotel in London. In fewer than 70 hours, I’ll be on a plane back to San Francisco. Does that make me a jet-setter or just a daft sod? At least I have a sense of the grandiose, I suppose.
Right now, I’m feeling quite knackered, but I dare say I’ll be a lot happier tomorrow night when I head over to The Barbican to witness the spectacle that is Dead Can Dance.
Now it’s time to head up West and collect my tickets from Google’s London office, which is where I had them sent for safekeeping. Then, I’ll grab a quick bite to eat and amble around the West End until I wear myself out. Such is the life of a jet-setter/daft sod.
I vote for daft sod. But thats only because I wasnt able to join you. 🙂
It depends, if you do this in business class or above (and free upgrades do count) then you are a jet-setter, in cattle class you are a daft sod… 🙂