NY became Barcelona

Remember me braggin' about all of us turning 40 this or next yr and how we were going to celebrate all over the effing world?

Yeah,

that was before we knew R. still doesn't have a job by now,
i had had a tax letter saying i were to pay 50,000 euro
we had had a fire with an estimated damage of 45,000 euro and the insurance company would up to this very day play hide and seek.
Unless i am winning the lottery the coming 2 months (and yes miracles do happen so who dares to say i am naive here) economy wise, 2005 was not my year.

So, couple of months ago, some of my more mature girlfriends figured out these plans of us were going to cost way too much and we decided to celebrate our first 40-party somewhere in Europe.
That's how NY became Barcelona.

Now it's been terribly busy at the office (luckily resulting in 3 new clients the last month) so i kinda forgot about Barcelona.
Untill Always Right send me an email (i swear i transferred the money today) asking me if i was ready for next week.
Huh?
O Shit.
Barcelona.

4 days of shopping (well looking), eating tapas, getting sore feet, probably seeing some Gaudi stuff, beginning our sentences with an upside down ? and so on.
Oh, and the joy of 4 days without kids (really, mommy loves you all) and husband!
Counting down, 4 more days to go.
!Hasta la vista!