Pre-Pennsic packing denial
Talun and I have finally figured out if/when we are able to go to Pennsic this year, so now we're down to the Pre-Pennsic packing denial stage. You know, that stage where you think to yourself, "It's mostly already packed, so I don't need to worry about it tonight. Those bins stay packed. What could I possibly need to do that can't be done the day before we leave?" I know I'm in denial and yet I can't stop myself...
As it turns out, Talun works until 10pm Saturday middle weekend, so we're going to get up bright and early Sunday morning and haul butt northward so we can be unloaded and back at the Pittsburgh airport to pick up my sister in the early evening. Of course, that also means that I can *really* procrastinate on packing. Heck, I'll have all day Saturday to pack and load the truck. No sweat. Except, of course, for the fact that I can't lift most of the stuff that needs to be loaded. Drat! Foiled again! Will have to get off my patookus after all.
Maybe that's why I spend all Pennsic asleep - there's so much last minute stress to get everything together, that all I want to do when I get there is recuperate... just long enough to pack it all back up and haul back home. Tell me again why this silly little war thing isn't someplace with a decent beach and cabana boys that deliver umbrella drinks?
off to dream of cabana boys (and umbrella drinks)
As it turns out, Talun works until 10pm Saturday middle weekend, so we're going to get up bright and early Sunday morning and haul butt northward so we can be unloaded and back at the Pittsburgh airport to pick up my sister in the early evening. Of course, that also means that I can *really* procrastinate on packing. Heck, I'll have all day Saturday to pack and load the truck. No sweat. Except, of course, for the fact that I can't lift most of the stuff that needs to be loaded. Drat! Foiled again! Will have to get off my patookus after all.
Maybe that's why I spend all Pennsic asleep - there's so much last minute stress to get everything together, that all I want to do when I get there is recuperate... just long enough to pack it all back up and haul back home. Tell me again why this silly little war thing isn't someplace with a decent beach and cabana boys that deliver umbrella drinks?
off to dream of cabana boys (and umbrella drinks)