come ON

It's the last day of the month. The hotel did not call me back "around the end of January" as previously promised. There is the slim chance that she'll call today, but in the meantime, my other browser window is open to the website of the "hotel down the road" and it's looking ... well, a lot cheaper and friendlier. Less swanky, sure, and very un-Chinese (my dad might have a gigantic cow) but who doesn't want to get this show on the road, already? I don't care if we eat lobster curry or beef wellington or cheeseburgers that night, I just want to marry my fiance.