Bum...bum...bum...BAH-BUM

I just found a ticket for Raquel and I to go to Istanbul, after a lot of searching, travel-agenting, and nail-biting. The internet was really frightfully capricious, in this case, and I still won't believe it worked until I get my confirmation stuff.

But the reason it's a laugh-out-loud moment is that, after hours (on and off, I have been working today) of checking and re-checking, what should come on the radio when I was ready to click "buy this ticket"?

The theme from 2001. I waited until one of the horn parts came around again to click, just to make it extra-satisfying.

Hee.