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Hmm.

Currently I'm thinking of just doing the short trip, Wednesday the 25th to either Tuesday the 31st or Wednesday the 1st (probably the later).

Why? Well, I went shopping last night with ozisim and gomino who are up visiting from Sydney. The discussion went to a lot of strange topics, including Mardi Gras, and there looks to be a fairly good chance that I will be going to Sydney in February/March next year to go to Mardi Gras.

I've wanted to go to Mardi Gras for a while, so this looks like it could be a lot of fun! :)

Edit: I've just booked the flights. Wednesday 25 Jan, 12:05 to 15:20 on Virgin Blue flight 324 and Wednesday 1 Feb 14:00 to 15:05 on Virgin Blue flight 323 for a total of $202. The joys of daylight savings. The flight down is "three hours", while the flight back is "only an hour".

Can't wait.

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paradigmshifty
Oct. 7th, 2005 04:20 am (UTC)
The temptation to send a photo of you to Murray and have you gang-tackled by the entire bear nation is great :-)
halloranelder
Oct. 7th, 2005 04:32 am (UTC)
I don't hear any complaints from this end of the country. :)
paradigmshifty
Oct. 7th, 2005 04:36 am (UTC)
I suspect that none of them are your type (they're bears) and you're not really theirs. But I'll see what I can do to for you...
rantinan
Oct. 7th, 2005 05:00 am (UTC)
Enjoy the hell out of mardi grass!
greenglowgrrl
Oct. 8th, 2005 08:58 am (UTC)
Oh goody, next Wednesday I can feel entirely justified. I might print this list out and take it to work.
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