28 May 2008
So excited I think I might throw up.
Sucks that I have approx 400 more words to write before I can go to bed tonight...but that also means tomorrow is packing, packing, packing! Oh wait, it's just packing. My carry-on is full already. Just need clothes (all washed and set aside), shoes, and the good camera and I'm set. I've even got a folder wtih directions, hotel info, my little maps, and the wedding invitation all set aside. And my liquids are in my 1 quart ziploc bag. And I have my mindless diversions for the plane, even extra pens for my crosswords (I know, you're screaming "NERD!"). I even hot glued a big silk peony to a pin-back from my box'o'craftiness to wear with my black strapless dress to the wedding. I hope I can channel a little Carrie Bradshaw and not look like a dork (it's about 6in in diameter), but a little bit of daring in one's wardrobe is no longer an adventure I often take, so I figure what the hell. I'll either get compliments or wierd looks. Who the fuck cares. Seriously, I'm not kidding about the puking bit. I tend to throw up (or at least feel like it) right before big events, like final exams or big races or even my wedding. We'll see how I make it through the day tomorrow. Actually, tomorrow I should be Ok, but ten bucks says I'll be running to the bathroom right before our flight boards.