“You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week.”
Now that is seriously good. They’ve managed to cancel my chemistry mocks, assessments, English coursework deadlines and college in general. Throw in three days off of work and that $10,000. Two words –
That’s right, I’d grab the lads and let go thank you. Last minute booking on a plane to New York, pack everybody in and let’s go. Hire some dusty old banger of a car and hit up a cheap hotel. Check, let’s go! Take a stroll through the city, pick up some crap tourist gimmicks to hang in the car and some nostalgia CD’s. Bat Out of Hell, Highway to Hell and some other strapping tunes. Hit the nightlife as drink more than a sensible amount and stutter back to the hotel. Flop into the beds.
Rise early, shower the hangover away and sneak off with as many complimentary gifts and snacks is possible. Then it’s time to find out, as they say, what happens when the rubber meets the road.
Sounds like a plan to me. Anybody care to join me?