Here's the deal:
I'm going to be driving for 8 hours.
Tomorrow.
And I spent approximately the same number of hours trying to get through the first season of Mad Men.
AND DIDN'T FINISH.
I'm on the last disk, but it's past two, and I needs to get me some sleep in the very least.
So. I have resolved to eat breakfast in the morning, and pack the rest of my things while watching the last episode (please let there be just one, mom will murder me if I don't get to good old Saint Pete by 7).
And with that, I will leave my ranting about not being able to finish a show before leaving on a long journey where I will undoubtedly be cut off from civilization for an extended length of time. (I seem to remember something like this happening last August with Dexter.... Hmmm... Me huddled over a suitcase trying to finish the last terrifying episodes of Dexter. The impossible questions of right and wrong haunting my pre-Italian dreams.)
Good night. I'm sure I'll have an enthralling post about the joys of Iowa tomorrow. Lucky you!
Showing posts with label packing. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 27, 2011
Now for Just $19.95, Those Magical Air-Suck-Bag-Things!
Breaking news, there's stuff in the suitcase. And not just the usual feline friends that enjoy bag/boxes/straps/other things to play with (pulled Oreo out of the open suitcase today after he attempted to take a nap on my nicely folded blazer). There is actual, honest to God, clothing and things that any normal person would bring to another country--like shoes too. And (this is the important part) it doesn't look that full! Cross my heart and hope to die (not really, bad Irene). Now you're (Bethany's) thinking, "Wait, one suitcase? Kelsey? Alert the inter-webs! Kelsey's blog has been up for 2 days and it's already been hacked!" Seriously! I'll warn you, there is some kind of witchcraft involved. Meet--better than freezer burn improved zip-lock bags. You put a bunch of (neatly) folded clothes in this wonder bag (not to be confuse with Wonder Bread, though it might work there too), zip it all shut, and roll the air out! Bada-bing, bada-boom=flat clothes. I'm honestly super impressed. Close to 90% of what I plan wearing in Italy is already in the suitcase, and it only looks 2/3 full! All that's left is the face wash/shower stuff and a few little pieces of clothing. Who's winning this game? I'm winning this game.
All that being said, there is much talk of big-kahuna-mama Irene taunting the east coast. Lucky for me, Charlotte is far enough inland that my plane shouldn't be completely rerouted/delayed. That being said, soon-to-be-apartment-mate Molly (hence forth referred to as stbamM--until Tuesday that is) will be flying out of Boston where Irene has decided that there's not enough water. So good luck stbamM! Buy a poncho and a raft as we previously discussed and they can double as a secondary paddle to Rome option!
All that being said, there is much talk of big-kahuna-mama Irene taunting the east coast. Lucky for me, Charlotte is far enough inland that my plane shouldn't be completely rerouted/delayed. That being said, soon-to-be-apartment-mate Molly (hence forth referred to as stbamM--until Tuesday that is) will be flying out of Boston where Irene has decided that there's not enough water. So good luck stbamM! Buy a poncho and a raft as we previously discussed and they can double as a secondary paddle to Rome option!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Let the Games Begin
So here's to nothing. Considering that it is past midnight, and officially Saturday, there are 2 days until Kate and I will be en route to Rome where there are adventures waiting on the cobblestones. Thus, up goes the blog, and down goes my patience level. Whoopsiedoodles. This blog has been created for those of you I couldn't pack in my suitcase. To name a few and test this shout out theory: Bethany, Chloe, Cadi, my mother (who may very well pack herself when I'm not looking), and Hannah. Love to you all.
The status on packing is as described: There are an assortment of skirts, dresses, cardigans, and shirts hanging from the doors of my closet, the delightfully fluffy green pillows usually found on my bed have been relegated to my desk chair, and the floor and my bed are in equal amounts of piles and disarray. Yay for having to clean before sleeping!
But even with all of this "organized chaos" the reality of the entire moving-to-Italy-for-four-months thing is starting to sink in. I have no doubts that this is going to be the adventure of a lifetime. I have the pleasure of going with my co-conspirator: Kate. And I'm sure that all of the people that I meet in Rome will be oodles of fun. This time last year, I was packing my father's truck full of wonderful things to bring to the adventure of college. This year, I'm packing one suitcase, one backpack, and one purse for another adventure around a different kind of St. Peter.
The status on packing is as described: There are an assortment of skirts, dresses, cardigans, and shirts hanging from the doors of my closet, the delightfully fluffy green pillows usually found on my bed have been relegated to my desk chair, and the floor and my bed are in equal amounts of piles and disarray. Yay for having to clean before sleeping!
But even with all of this "organized chaos" the reality of the entire moving-to-Italy-for-four-months thing is starting to sink in. I have no doubts that this is going to be the adventure of a lifetime. I have the pleasure of going with my co-conspirator: Kate. And I'm sure that all of the people that I meet in Rome will be oodles of fun. This time last year, I was packing my father's truck full of wonderful things to bring to the adventure of college. This year, I'm packing one suitcase, one backpack, and one purse for another adventure around a different kind of St. Peter.
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