Sup, everyone. I’m leaving for Guatemala in a couple of hours. Actually, I’m typing this out on a borrowed laptop as Jack and the girls drive me to the airport, but I’m not letting myself look at the screen cause no one wants to see me puke, me especially. Pardon all typos and accidental insertion of Saved by the Bell GIFs.
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I am not the best at packing for trips. Usually I’ll pack and Tweet something like, “Wow, I’m such a light packer. I was able to fit five days worth of clothing in this little tote back!” and then I get there and realize that I’m a light packer, because I actually just forgot everything.
Two years ago, I was traveling for a blog conference, and a friend (let’s call her Erin)and I were sharing a room. When we arrived, we discovered that instead of two beds, there was one enormous king sized bed. NBD, neither of us are that weird and we don’t mind sharing a bed.
After the first day of the conference was done, we were in our room getting ready for bed, and suddenly I was like, “Um, I forgot pajamas.”
I ransacked my bag to discover I had not packed pajama-worthy substitutes like leggings or sweatpants. Erin had no extra pants.
“You could just sleep in your jeans.”
“Like an animal? No.” I had a great solution. I would just wear the hotel bathrobe to bed (over my tank top and my underwear). I put that on, and threw a huge body pillow right in the middle of the bed so Erin wouldn’t feel weirder about me than she already did.
“This is a bad idea.”
“This is the BEST idea.”
Well, apparently, in the middle of the night I forgot where I was, and I started to sweat. Sweating like Chris Farley selling brake pads in Tommy Boy sweating. Erin woke up and found me in a toddler-state, blankets kicked off, robe thrown across the room, in my shirt and underwear and drooling on my pillow. Like I said, I’m a professional.
We have not shared a room again. I’M SORRY, ERIN.