Good evening. My liquid lubrication has mildly set in so I'm just now starting on my packing list. I just finished a 9.5 hour day. My feet are done. And a little Mothership Wit was a necessity. And I came home to Hurt Locker, so we're finishing that movie before scrounging for some dinner. Probably out. Because who wants to cook when I just leave tomorrow. But dinner's still to be decided. Maybe after the buzz wears off.
But you're totally jealous. You wanna come with me. Well, if I do bring you...via blog...you'll totally not judge me for packing less than 24 hours before my departure. Deal? Deal.
So I'm going to open the blog to answers of "What I need to pack!" Because sometimes you need an outside set of thought processes to make sure you're equipped for 14-days in the English and Scottish landscapes. The obvious notions are rain jacket, comfy shoes, toothbrush, but what about those obscure items. Like Advil. Because a headache that an English pint can't get rid of will ruin my fun. And I need optimal fun.
And don't be shy! Even you lurkers can join in. We don't judge here. Because I totally lurk also. Sometimes it just seems weird to "follow" a friend's cousin, even though she's a way wicked photog in Utah. Ya, maybe I'll get around to it, but not tonight. Well, unless you're buying a Long Island Iced Tea in an Irish pub. I will totally judge the shit outta you. Because you need to learn. Assimilate or die! Or face embarrassment from the Ging. Which is worse?
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