Monday, March 12, 2012

Packing Heat

So I really wanted to have something stellar to follow up that awesome post about the nicest compliment I've ever received, but I just really don't think stories exist to top that. Anything I write tonight will be a sad letdown for everyone, which is fine because today was kind of uneventful.

Remember how I shopped and shopped and shopped on Saturday? Well after work tonight, I shopped and shopped and shopped again. What is my problem!? This time, though, my mom and sister Prinna lent a helping hand. I almost don't want to admit this, but I will because I'm also freakishly proud of it: I have four new pairs of shoes for my trip this weekend. FOUR PAIRS.

So yeah, I got that going for me, which is nice. Four pairs of shoes. That's all I'll need, right? I really hope so because I can't figure out what else I need. Geo is almost no help in deciding what to pack. I was all "What do I need to bring?" Geo was all "I dunno, stuff for hanging out, going to dinner, whatever..."

Here is what Geo - and probably all men everywhere - fails to understand. THAT IS NOT HELPFUL. Where are we eating dinner? Are we going to fancy dinners or Taco Bell? Will we be eating outdoors or in? How much can I wear my sweatpants?

Then I asked Geo what we'd be doing during the hot, sweltering days and he said "Whatever we want!" #seriouslynothelpful

Here's what I would want to do: Drink margaritas, pass out by the pool, cry in the shower because of my sunburn, then drink margaritas in a hot tub while someone feeds me Bagel Bites. Now, if that was the case, I'd know EXACTLY what to pack (bikini, terrycloth robe, four pairs of shoes). But I have a feeling none of that will happen.

Since we'll be there with his super awesome parents and his sister, there is an additional level of panic-packing. I'm not just hanging out with total strangers. And usually I love me some low cut tanks and saggy workout shorts. But my mom helpfully pointed out that I shouldn't "look like garbage if we end up going somewhere nice." So we picked out a bunch of super nice, cute clothes and for a minute I felt great.

Then I realized I have nothing to pack that ISN'T super cute and nice and white. #spoiledpeopleproblems. I was all "I don't know how many t-shirts I should pack! How many shapeless, super comfy muscle-tees can I fit in my suitcase? Do I even have any cotton shorts to lounge around in? Do I bring jeans? Wolf sweatshirts?

Did I mention I'm not planning on checking any luggage? Riiiiiiiiiight...

Anyway, that's where I'm at right now. Any tips for a HORRIBLE packer who has NO IDEA what to expect in a place where the days are 100 degrees and the nights are 60 degrees?


grandmaman said...

Pack cash and buy as needed!

Pharon Square said...

LOVE that idea!