A few months ago, it is announced on the mailing list for my favourite TV programme that a convention is taking place in LA to promote the DVD release, and many of the cast and crew will be present. How cool, I think. What a shame I could never afford to go.
Then the insurance money for my late scooter comes through.
So I've bought my ticket for the con but not yet booked a flight, and I learn from spottedhyena that my favourite musicians are doing a reunion tour and will be in California the same week as me. I scoop up two tickets for the Oakland gig and plans are altered to five days in San Francisco and five days in Los Angeles.
Icing on the cake: Oakland has a connection with the author of my favourite book, which celebrates its centenary this year.