Acting on impulse

I've just accepted an invitation to a New Year's house party.

In Montreal.

I'm to leave Heathrow Boxing Day, and arrive back 8th January; this is an arbitrarily extended interpretation of "New Year", I realise.

Looking forward to seeing papersky, zorinth, rysmiel, redbird ... and more, I'm sure.

Does mean I won't be at Minicon in 2004, but since the place I'm living is on a six-month rent expiring on Maundy Thursday, being in Minneapolis at Easter wasn't really a practical option.

It's very odd to feel able to do this kind of thing; I can hardly call it a grown-up or an adult thing to do, casually leaving the country on an invitation, on three weeks' notice, after half an hour of thought. I suppose it means I'm in the young professional rather than graduate student box ...

I suspect I could learn to like this box.