Could I be MORE sick of trying to figure out what to pack for this conference? It’s not GA that’s the issue — it’s trying to figure out how to fit in a week’s worth of vacation duds in the same bag. As George Bush the Elder would say, “NOT GONNA HAPPEN.”
So I’m taking one suitcase and a nice matching rolling duffle.
By request of my colleague, The Lively Tradition, I have to wear vestments for a Communion Service (why can’t I just be the keepin’-it-real, friendly-type co-officiant in civvies, I’d like to know?) so after much thought I’ve decided to pack an alb and stole — all scrinched up to fit in the suitcase, and to be taken out later and given to hotel housekeeping for a dry cleaning and press. It will cost a pretty penny, I’m sure (more like a stupid, wasteful penny) but I’m taking THREE FLIGHTS out to Oregon tomorrow and I’ll be darned if I’m going to drag a garment bag around with me. Scott’s suggestion of shipping it out there seems expensive and complicated, sorry darling.
Also, there is no way I’m going to figure out that One Bag thing, but nice try, sweeties.
PeaceBang is the crankiest girl in town right now. Garumph, garumph, garumph! Upstairs for more packing.