In keeping with true 20th century tradition, I have started a blog, or as my Dad pronounces it a blOgggggg. More than once, he has asked me if I have been reading so and so’s blog. So and so is usually an acquaintance who I have not spoken with in years so I usually respond with “no" and “how in the world did he manage to find that.” Internet stalking apparently is a skill that is passed from one generation to the other. Well Dad, now you can ask people if they read MY blog.
I write this from Gate 12 in Ronald Regan International Airport where I arrived an hour and a half early to my gate with some time to kill and after two days of packing and reminders that went something like this…
“Did you pack X”
“Yes”
“What about Y”
“you already asked me that”
“You’ll need ABC if this happens”
“ok”
“Heres the number for the embassy in every country you visit for when your passport gets stolen and/or you get arrested.”
“Lets get those tattooed to my arm”
While the gestures were most appreciated and ill be the first to admit I am not known for my steal trap of a mind, after the scene has repeated itself 15 times combined with the anxiousness of being abroad for 5 months I was frazzled. Questions then became answered with an immediate yes. So flash-forward to the airport and she asks me a question she hasn’t asked before.
“Do you have the locks for your luggage?”
“Yea this one came with one of the bags” and scrounge one out of my pocket. This however was not enough to lock all of my bags.
Luckily we were able to find lock and I was on our my, 97 lbs of luggage inaccessible without a key. Better safe than sorry.
Accomplishment of the day: Bag weighing 49.5 lbs with a weight limit of 50 lbs.
Jamie: 1 Continental:0
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