In preparation for my travels I splurged on several packing aids for carry-ons -- clothes envelopes, a universal charging amt for all my electronic gadgetry, a bag tether to hold my 2 bags together as one. I also watched some videos on efficient business trip packing and was excited to try out what I learned. I was very impressed how well everything fit in my bag, so well in fact that I was able to squish my pillow in too. I'm so thankful to my chiropractor for recommending the contoured neck pillow to ease my neck/shoulder strain, but equally frustrated because now I can't bear to sleep on anything else. So not only am I the twat at the airport with a laptop and 2 smartphones, but I'm also the tweed carrying a bed pillow too. Still, I was really excited how easily everything fit in my bag. Until I unpacked and really started thinking about the next few days.
Turns out I forgot to pack a few items. Like shorts, pants, or any casual bottoms except for the capris I was wearing and running shorts. I also forgot my pajimmyjams (PJs) and handknit wool bed socks. This simply will not do. I'm going to designate a pair of bedsocks for travel, and never take them out of my suitcase. Luckily I found an awesome Lululemon yoga shop and got some new pants. I had to get the regular length, since the talls were WAY too long for me. I also got a beautiful purple tank top that I can wear without a bra. Wow, I was so excited I rushed out of the dressing room to show the girl helping me.
On the flight up there was a 2 year old kid a row ahead of me who screamed nonstop from the moment she sat down until they opened the doors again. Not cried, but that attention-seeking shriek that rattles the eardrums. I kept expecting her to fall asleep from the sheer physical effort of yelling that long. You could feel the tension throughout the cabin, and her mother didn't do anything to shush her. I made up a story where the girl was on a game show and had to hit a certain unobtainably high frequency and volume in order to win the grand prize, and the continued screams were all attempts at winning. It suddenly made the ordeal funny an somewhat sad, as she kept trying to hit that note but never succeeded. At least it took away the frustration I felt towards her and her mother.
One last thing - what the hell is wrong with New Jersey roads? When you pass signs that read "Left Turn Keep Right", what the hell is an out-of-stater supposed to do? When all you want is to make a U turn and go back the way you came, why would you possibly think you should be in the rightmost lane instead of the left lane, and how in the name of Christ are you supposed ot get over 3 lanes of traffic at rush hour to make a right hand U turn at a light because YOU CAN'T TURN LEFT AT ANY STOPLIGHT?? There should be warnings about that plastered to the rental cars. And the poor Garmin telling me it was recalculating was like that scene from Austin Powers: Evacuation compl...comp...com...evacuation com..com...com...
