Somehow or another we have managed to cram all our stuff into 1 backpacker's pack, 1 slightly largish bookbag, and 1 over-the-shoulder thing. We now have approximately 30 minutes to be on the bus, headed to the train station, headed to the airport. If we are late, we could never see our luggage again. Literally, I think. Or, we could have misunderstood what we can and can't take on our carry on luggage and then I will pitch a slightly large fit in the airport security section. Then you may or may not see me again. Or, we will have no problems at all. That's what Jeff thinks. I can also honestly say that I think Jeff will be skipping to the bus stop this morning. I will be dragging my ass and my stuff and just hope I make it there on time. We should be leaving the apartment at 6:15 am after all, and I didn't get a wink of sleep last night.
I also feel obligated to inform those of you who new me in high school that I've somehow talked myself into a haircut that is more than slightly reminicent of my junior year at Reynolds. I was disturbed at first, especially when Jeff took to calling me Bessie in honor of my new head of cowlicks. However, I'm starting to see the beauty in being able to take a three minute shower again.
At any rate, we are about to be on our way. And it's about damn time.
3 comments:
Try and stay dry on your trip....if that is even possible. I hope you guys have a wonderful time and I can't wait to see your pictures when you get back. love loren
Good luck guys! Maybe Erin and I will send you a 'care' package of mochi (with dry ice for good measure)! - John
I could see Jeff skipping down Marietta St. as the sun is rising up over the horizon... Just don't let him go native, Cady. Although learning a smattering of Tagalog can't hurt...
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