So, my huge suitcase is packed. I decided that it would be better to fit everything into one suitcase instead of trying to manage three smaller ones. I've just got to add my make-up, toothbrush, etc. in tomorrow morning. At FIVE A.M.! You know me. You know I don't get up when there's a five on the left side of my clock. But tomorrow, I will be. Flight leaves at 9:30 a.m. and with the checking of the bag ("I'm finished with the checking of the bags conversation!"--Name that movie!), I want to make sure that I've got enough time. I haven't flown by myself in years, and I find myself utterly terrified by this for some reason. I just flew last month with my brother. It's not like they changed anything recently. But going by myself seems so much more intimidating somehow. Like going to a foreign country by yourself.
Plus, I hate flying. I hate the sound when they close the door. I hate sitting next to strangers who phlegm-cough all over without covering their mouths or sometimes touch my leg inappropriately while they're sleeping (this is what happened off and on during our EIGHT hour flight to Maui). I hate that cold sick feeling you get when you're the last one standing at the baggage carousel and your suitcase still hasn't appeared.
And *insert pathetic whimper here* because of my luggage situation--no strong husband or brother coming along to help me haul half the contents of my house--I could only bring three books for the flight. Only three!!! Do you realize what this means? I could be totally screwed if one or more of them turns out to be not what I'm looking to read at that particular moment or if the hook provided in the first couple of pages doesn't pan out. I'm not worried about this on the return trip, of course, because I'll be stocking up at RT. But on the way there...I could be stuck who knows how many thousands of feet in the air without any decent reading material to distract me enough so that I can pretend I'm on a bus instead of thousands of feet in the air!
Oh. I feel faint.
Plus, my version of "excited nervous" is feeling like I have a bad combination of heartburn and nausea.
But tomorrow at this time, I'll be safely on the ground again (Please, God!), checked into my lovely hotel room (oceanfront room, did I mention that twelve times already?) and drinking with my friends. And it will all be okay.
At least, that's what I'll be reciting to myself until then. ; )
I'll try to post updates this week from RT, but I don't know what kind of internet access I'll have. But expect a full report in a week!
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Stace,
By the time you read this posting, you'll already be in FL...lucky enough not to be sitting in your beige cube. So have fun, take LOTS of pictures and have a nutty irishman or two for me! :)And throw in a fuzzy navel, too. Though no mixing -- a nutty irishman w/a fuzzy navel is just plain bad news.
Stac
Had my very first chocolate martini yesterday. Yum!
Other than that, at least two fuzzy navels a day. : )
I've had more to drink in the last two days than probably in the last six months. Not that that's saying much!
: )
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