My procrastination skills save me again!

As much as Bub will hate this post, because he usually has to clean up after my procrastinating (case in point: he just had to give me Southwest credits to fly to Stanford for his graduation because I didn't book it in time - I'm now insisting he take my True Blue flight in return), even he will have to acknowledge that sometimes they really save my butt. Such as....my dad has been on me to book Malta, and about a week ago we browsed sidestep.com and all the websites looking for a good deal. While we found a sale on Air Malta to get me from Heathrow to Luqa for $200, the UK flights were not cheap. We finally settled on a British Airways r/t for $1200. So my dad and mom went to the Berkshires this weekend after pop's instruction to please book this flight.

And of course, with studying and hemming and hawing and rising annoyance at a $1200 British Airways flight, I didn't. Okay, it slipped my mind. The phone rings about 30 minutes ago and it's my parents from home and I know my dad's calling to make sure I booked. So I hustle over to 'puter - and the flight in question is now $500 more. And I'm cursing my stupidity (Bub is right now nodding his head in sympathy with my pops, I know) and thinking of a way to scheme myself out of this. So it looks like if I leave a full day earlier, in the morning, no less (who flies from the east coast to London in the AM?), it'll only be $200 more expensive. Oy.

In a last minute act of desperation as I'm about to click "purchase" I open another tab and check out sidestep one last time. You know this never works, the flights are even more expensive than the ridiculous one you're about to shell out for...and THEN. AND THEN. $756 bucks round trip to Heathrow on American!!*#&#)%&_%*#(*_#(*%#^*$( ^%^ (this is the dance I was doing)

So, being the total sneak I am, I ring up pops and crow about my shrewdness in not booking the flight because I wanted to "shop around" a little and doncha know, I'm saving 400 smackers. He was suitably impressed with my carefully-thought-out strategy. So I am on my way to Malta! And Bub is shaking his head and rolling his eyes...

Some adorable photos of my grandfather with Joseph Calleja last winter backstage at the Met - I have no idea who the little Sopranos-looking-guy in brown is, he was another Maltese groupie: