I'm pretty much all packed. Funniest thing I've put in a box? Unopened mail. I like mail better when I don't know what's in the envelope. Because usually it's from some company telling me I owe them money. And I don't have any money. Ever. So I keep them sealed and now I'm taking them with me to Vegas. Better yet I'm SHIPPING them to Vegas. I'm crazy but I amuse myself.
One of my favorite people from high school found me on Myspace. Hey Claire, hey! She was a riot when we were kids. She didn't drink but she never got tired so she would stay out until 5:00 am. After two beers I usually had to be carried home. You can see why I would want to be more like Claire then, cantcha? Also she knew everybody. Everybody. Everywhere. I used to say we could be stranded in Timbuktu and Claire would find someone she knew. It's a gift. Really.
I have to get my ass in gear and get ready for tonight. I plan to behave a bit debaucherously at Double Down tonight. Well, as debaucherously as I can without getting sick because I have to get up early tomorrow and make sure that all my moving boxes are sealed and I'm not leaving anything behind. If I start crying, I'm going to be soooooooooo mad. Because I hate crying. And between not knowing how to parallel park and thinking about how much I'm going to miss my friends and family, I've been crying more than my fair share this week. I hate liquid coming out my face. It's one of my pet peeves.
I packed all my clothes. Which begs the question -- was I planning on going out naked tonight? Now I have to unpack one of my suitcases to find an outfit. Way to think ahead, Louise
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