So last night I started packing somewhat. Time will be tight, since I have to have eveything packed and weighed a couple of days in advance, if I am to select the weight upgrade for Air Transat.
Got out the wheelie bag, which has been at the end of my bed since Chicago. And it appears as though I never really finished upacking since Chicago. But hey -- I found my Casio calculator watch! I was looking all over for that thing!
Yes, I have a Casio calculator watch. I wasn't allowed to have one as a kid, as adult figures thought it would make me lazy regarding math (guess what!). It was pretty high tech, forbidden techmology. And when I saw one a couple of years ago -- and for sixteen bucks -- dammit, I was getting myself a Casio calculator watch. Seriously Old Skool. I love it. And I love the embarrassment that creeps over people's faces when they see me wearing a fucking calculator watch.
Packing is proving problematic. The weight restriction is pretty tight, but who knows what it'll be like out there in the fucking North Atlantic. Heavy coat, or just a raincoat? Formal outfits, but then how many semi-casual outfits? Will we be able to do laundry like we plan to? A different tie for each shirt? And shoes. Always shoes. My flat feet and fucked up knee are so awful that I need to bring along a fair number of shoes, as I have to look at them in the morning and say "Nope."
And I have to get going on printing stuff off, too -- tickets, passes, labels, MAPS, and other silly things, like how to tie a bow tie (I've forgotten, not that I ever got the hang of it).
Too much to do. And I'm not feeling the travelling bug just yet. There was a bit of it last weekend, when a bag from Dr. Jays fell out of the closet. Dr. Jays! I doubt I can get back to it this time, though. The one on 34th isn't what it was, and the ones in Brooklyn or the Bronx (where size 9 sneaks are commonly found on the sales rack) are just too far away.
Then again, if we go to the Boogie Down, it's not too far from John & Joe's. There's no pie anywhere like John & Joe's. That's been at least, what, ten years?
Maybe I can make this happen, after all.