After a delicious celebratory birthday meal at 1905 last night, Becca insisted that it was time for me to start packing. Since everything she owns is either in storage in North Carolina or in the rolling duffle bag in my spare bedroom, Becca thinks she has an edge when it comes to paring down and packing. Ok, she probably does. But she's not taking away my white T-shirts!
I'm going to admit that I behaved like a selfish 12-year-old when she started making me decide between two black cardigans (I eventually gave up one), but I think it's all going to fit. I love my clothes and I don't want to leave home without every single item, but it's time to take a step back and look at what's really important in life: making sure all the boots fit.
I must give a shout out to 1905 for such an amazing dinner (I reviewed it on Yelp, too). It's a hidden gem -- kind of a New Yorky, speakeasy kind of place with amazing food and just slightly off the beaten path on 9th St. near U. Go. Go. Go.
Oh, and the pilots at Spirit Airlines are on strike and all flights through Thursday are cancelled. We're flying on Spirit on Sunday. So far. I'll keep you posted.
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When Riss (what I have called Marissa since I was a child) told me she blogged about last night's packing extravaganza, I was ready to read about how maturely and bravely she packed all of her treasured clothes into her itty-bitty bag. In other words, I was ready for Blog Battle. Fortunately, for Riss, she was fairly accurate with the account. The only detail I might add is that she was acting like a PETULANT 12-year-old.
ReplyDeleteI was NOT petulant. Merely concerned about the well being of my precious clothes.
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