I foolishly said to Hot Mom (aka Friend #
32) that I had had a very busy weekend, then Tuesday I'm going to [see my luvvah Anderson Cooper in] Atlanta, then I [whine] had to fly out to Miami and go on the Barenaked Ladies Ships-n-Dip Cruise, [sigh], and I just didn't know how I was going to fit it all in.
Hot Mom suggested that perhaps I might sit down on my ass during the cruise, put on some sunscreen and relax. And then all the blood turned to dust in my veins because Hot Mom can have a really dry tone of voice when she is being sarcastic. I'm surprised I didn't just absorb all the humidity out of the surrounding air and then drop to the earth in clots of sarcasm-laced dust.
But it was probably just my imagination. I think what made me concerned enough to say something so stupid is that the cruise has caught me unawares. At this time last year I had drawn out what I might wear in any situation and the suitcases were up from the basement. This year we're packing the minimum, I only own four bras and five pair of underwear, and damn you all I'm wearing Crocs every day.
So far all I've done toward these trips to Atlanta and the port is to check the ticketing information for Atlanta, which was wrong. I scheduled the wrong days. Good thing my boss had mentioned the ticket I found was one tenth of the usual ticket price. With the new ticket price and penalty I only saved 50%.
However, I have spent the past weekend saying "In one week I'll be ... flying to the port / checking into the hotel / taking photos of Gary at the hotel (pack the camera)/ boarding the boat (bring passport) / at the Alumni concert. (Wash feet. In case there are foot rubs by the band.)"
That's what's wrong. I'm not getting enough time for anticipation. Maybe I can use my plane flight to Atlanta to get adequately organized and excited. And I can get my toenails cut in Atlanta. International Toe Porn Superstar Spunky Labia has to think of her fans.