Okay. Suitcase is packed. Layout is in a holding pattern. Gleaming metallic ruby hair is gelled. Two forms of identification proving my identity safely ensconced inside of my wallet. Now for that bit about flying…
by krisis
boston
Only i would start a freaking redesign mid-pack. My only excuse is that i was packed before Rabi, and she has to catch two trains while i only need to catch one.
See, if you rationalize enough you start to get good at it.
Boston is currently fifty-five degrees, but it feels like forty-nine. Cords are back in the suitcase. I am neurotic.
Okay, i can cut the cordouroys from the packing schedule, but they also bump a potential outfit which eliminates one of the layering shirts. Cords are cold-weather clothes on me anyhow. Next, my blue UnionBay pants double as pajamas (plus ihave the backup shorts), so i can cut my flannel pajamas and just go with hospital scrubs. So, i eliminated about two inches of packing from my bag, which barely makes it lighter (considering i have to bring my BLAW book with me) and doesn’t really save any room. Does that mean i put the stuff back in just to be better prepared, or leave it out just for the sake of packing efficiently? Did i mention i can’t find my blogger.com shirt? How can i do this without a blogger.com shirt?
No one other than my mother can be blamed for my inefficient packing skills. Not only is the woman a last minute packer, but she packs two whole suitcases and a carryon and a purse for five days down the shore. I kid you not. So, four t-shirts (two short-sleeved, two long), one polo shirt, two shirts for layering, one dress shirt, four pair of pants, two pair of pajama pants, one pair of shorts, an extra pair of shoes, six pair of socks and five pair of underwear isn’t overkill for two and a half days, right? Right??
Oh, just shut the hell up. I’ll be in the next room repacking.