The Great Adventure

Just like Gandalf ambushing Frodo that night so long ago, my dad called me up and said, "Reza, you're not doing anything kan? I've booked you on the trip with us this year. Flight is on the twentieth." Never mind that I'd have to put my oh-so-packed life on hold. So now I'm off for another adventure! (Being dragged there, more like.)

So... why not put on Chantal Krevaziuk and sing along as I pack my bags and leave on a jetplane to Orcland and Hobbiton... that is, Auckland and Wellington. I must've taken to 'living in the moment' to the extremes because I have no idea when I'll be back exactly, because there was no point asking; who cares? Of course, like my usual annual trips, I'll be back sometime between two and three weeks - in time for Christmas, hopefully- unless this cutely freaky dwarf lands a circus job as a hobbit in the NZ LOTR Tours in which case I'll start writing from New Zealand in the tradition of Master Bilbo Baggins and Sam Gangee and eventually recede to being just a figment of your imagination.

There is only one The One Ring, so please don't ask me to add more One Rings to the souvenir list. It'ssss mine....! Since I'm actually destitute, having been unemployed for the past couple of months, I can only promise to bring back lava rocks from Mordor, clods of earth from the Shire (sorry, I'm keeping the leaf to myself,) and possibly a lembas leaf of two from Lothlorién if the comely green-eyed elves could ever let me go. I shudder to think what the overweight luggage fees will be like.

All right, goodbyes are best said shortly and sweetly, so I'm done. Bye precious, see you soon.