Thelma's got our e-tix printed and I can almost close my suitcase so I believe we are about ready to roll.
My poor friends are going to distance themselves from me once they see that instead of a backpack, I've loaded all my stuff for the plane into a soft-sided cooler. Well, what can I say? It will come in handy for the road trip. So I look a little goofy walking around the airport. They may make me walk 10 paces ahead or behind so that no one knows I'm with them. That's ok, when I'm able to keep drinks cold in the desert they will forgive my (lack of) fashion sense. I see myself in the back of Glamour now with the black bar across my face: "Don't -just don't."
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