I discovered that everything -- everything -- from my trip is on the same credit card bill. London, Boat, NYC.
Atsa spicy meatball.
Oh well. It has to be paid anyway. And not too long from now, I get my extra paycheque month, so I can really make a dent. Still, I expected that it would be split among two bills, which would have been a much less scary number to look at.
Odd, how spending reins all disappear when you're on vacation. Knowing that buying whatever comes down to now or never, all my personal rules go out the fucking window.
But I got nice stuff...