It’s Christmas Eve, and while I would very much like to be lounging in my pajamas drinking adult egg nog and eating pie, I am instead brewing a pot of coffee to keep me awake long enough to get to the airport for my early morning flight. Because I live two hours away from the nearest airport and in a different time zone, I’ll be leaving at 2:30 am for my 7:00 am flight. I’m thrilled about the prospect, let me tell you. I just love loading up my suitcases in the trunk of the car in the dead of night like I’m some kind of fugitive. The long lonely drive (which I’ve described before) isn’t particularly fun either.
Oh, I think my coffee is ready. Hang on.
[COFFEE DIGRESSION! Man, something about drinking coffee this late at night makes me feel like I’m back in college. In those days I had the constitution and the wherewithal to stay up all night in a highly caffeinated state, studying for the next morning’s test or discussing music or mooning over some boy or whatever the hell it was I did. These days I’m much wimpier. The tiniest moment’s thought of fluffy down comforters or sweatpants has me whimpering. Mmmmpfff.]
I have finally managed to get all the errands done that I needed to get done, with one exception: I will be returning from California to a very dirty house. It’s not messy, just dirty. Like, I needed to vacuum and clean out the fridge and whatnot and I haven’t. In the end it seemed like a better idea to spend those hours napping. I think you’ll agree.
Between now and 2:30 am, though, I do still have to take a shower (passengers on the plane will thank me for this) and pack up the rest of my things. Which brings me to this, the most boring and mundane thing I have ever bitched about. I can’t help myself; I just have to get it out of my system:
You know what I hate? I really, really hate that you can never 100% finish packing for a trip until the second before you walk out the door. Even if you have some travel-sized toiletries, you still have to wait until the last minute to pack all the little things you are going to use first: make up, hair brush, tooth brush, hair products, deodorant, hair dryer, and on and on. Inevitably, I forget a crucial one of these. This infuriates me beyond reason. If I were rich enough to afford to own two of each of those items, I might consider it worth the expense. ALAS. Yet another way in which rich people have it better. Grumble, grumble. Well, there, now I feel better, having released my packing pain on you.
I hope you’re having a Merry Christmas, if it is in fact Christmas that you celebrate. Next time you hear from me, I’ll be in the lovely city by the bay! Pictures and updates to come.
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UPDATE: I did vacuum after all. An entirely half-assed effort, but when my friend B. comes to pick up the dog tomorrow morning at least she won’t be confronted with a nasty carpet.