Nashvegas. Woot!
I'm so excited I can't even bring myself to pack. That would entail dragging the suitcase off the shelf and trying how to arrange 4 days worth of professional attire (which I highly doubt I even have) in this itty bitty box. Now how am I supposed to fit my interview clothes, my evening wear AND my cowboy boots in one suitcase?
Coming from a divorced home and flying back and forth between Colorado and Houston has taught me the do's and don'ts of traveling.
DO be sure to pack fresh undies and your toothbrush in your carry on if you are checking your clothes
DO make sure to have plenty of quarters or a phone card to call your parent to let them know that United has, in fact, lost you and that you will most likely miss your connection but you will call your best friend that lives in Denver to come get you. (this is of course before parents started arming their kids with cell phones at a ridiculously young age).
DON'T wander away from your chaperone- even to go to the bathroom because they are so dumb, that would be the last place they check.
DON'T pack your entire catalogue of Bop and Tigerbeat magazines, CD's, and books. Most likely the businessman next to you won't appreciate you needing to use his tray table to sort it all out. Okay. So maybe you have upgraded from Bop to Rolling Stone, Elle, and Glamour, but the rule still applies. It's just that now the business man wants to buy you a drink (ew).
DO be sure to see if there is an exit row seat available upon arrival.
AND.....
DO be sure to pack an adequate supply of sedatives because after a childhood's worth of airline travel has left you completely intolerant of the general public.
Have a safe trip.
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I went to Glenwood this weekend. I stayed with David and Rita the first night and my mom the next. I managed to get in a run long the Colorado River when I got in to town and a very strenuous hike the next. My quads hurt. My butt hurts. I drank herbal tea, had a slice of mancinelli's pizza and one of my mom's famous root beer floats and visited my high school to check out this new band director. Interesting fellow. He looks like he's twelve. Hangs out way too much with his students. Wears a very large red crucifix around his neck. He's working very hard to build back up the program that has been in shambles since Mr. Pelz, but conifided to me that he's only using this to bide time before grad school. I looked around the band room in all of it's disarray: the smell of mold, motivational quotes scrawled on printer paper taped together falling off the walls, broken cases, a band director who doesn't seem to care and it all made me sick to my stomach and wanting that Grammy job more and more.
Coming from a divorced home and flying back and forth between Colorado and Houston has taught me the do's and don'ts of traveling.
DO be sure to pack fresh undies and your toothbrush in your carry on if you are checking your clothes
DO make sure to have plenty of quarters or a phone card to call your parent to let them know that United has, in fact, lost you and that you will most likely miss your connection but you will call your best friend that lives in Denver to come get you. (this is of course before parents started arming their kids with cell phones at a ridiculously young age).
DON'T wander away from your chaperone- even to go to the bathroom because they are so dumb, that would be the last place they check.
DON'T pack your entire catalogue of Bop and Tigerbeat magazines, CD's, and books. Most likely the businessman next to you won't appreciate you needing to use his tray table to sort it all out. Okay. So maybe you have upgraded from Bop to Rolling Stone, Elle, and Glamour, but the rule still applies. It's just that now the business man wants to buy you a drink (ew).
DO be sure to see if there is an exit row seat available upon arrival.
AND.....
DO be sure to pack an adequate supply of sedatives because after a childhood's worth of airline travel has left you completely intolerant of the general public.
Have a safe trip.
*************************
I went to Glenwood this weekend. I stayed with David and Rita the first night and my mom the next. I managed to get in a run long the Colorado River when I got in to town and a very strenuous hike the next. My quads hurt. My butt hurts. I drank herbal tea, had a slice of mancinelli's pizza and one of my mom's famous root beer floats and visited my high school to check out this new band director. Interesting fellow. He looks like he's twelve. Hangs out way too much with his students. Wears a very large red crucifix around his neck. He's working very hard to build back up the program that has been in shambles since Mr. Pelz, but conifided to me that he's only using this to bide time before grad school. I looked around the band room in all of it's disarray: the smell of mold, motivational quotes scrawled on printer paper taped together falling off the walls, broken cases, a band director who doesn't seem to care and it all made me sick to my stomach and wanting that Grammy job more and more.
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