Happy Wednesday, kittens!
I’m not going to lie. I’ve been holding out on y’all a little bit.
Tomorrow morning, I’m getting on a plane to add just a little more of this to my life.
I’m going to visit Lindsey in D.C.!
Our plans: a gallery opening, running on the mall, happy hour, doing some museum round-up with the handful that I didn’t hit last time, sourcing some fro yo, visiting Arlington, sourcing more fro yo and the MLK monument.
And as a lovely added bonus? On Friday morning I get to do breakfast with Sarah. How fantastic, right?
Usually I’m a Militant packer, but for some reason I just couldn’t get my head in the game until today.
I mean, yes I made sure that my laundry was done so I could pack anything and everything. No, I did not strategically envision specific ensembles for the weekend.
My biggest fear is that I’ll get there and I won’t have anything to wear. Obviously it’s a totally irrational thought considering the fact that I’ve worn Lindsey’s clothes before and you know, she lives half a mile away from a Nordstrom RACK where you can buy things. With cash.
This is America, after all.
It’s not that I want to look like a local per se, though I’m positive that Marcus and I did pretty darned well with our nice shoes when we were in Europe. But I feel like the moment you tell anyone (anywhere!) that you’re from the Midwest when you’re on vacation, they immediately mentally move you from the “With It” column to the “People Who Sleep With Livestock Near Their Fireplaces In The Winter” column.
We all have the woman who wore a scrunchie on the subway to thank for that one.
Where is your next getaway planned for?
Are you the kind of person who packs in advance? Or do you pack the night before?
Even though I usually pack the night before, I usually start making my packing list at least a week in advance.