Tomorrow morning I’m leaving the house! Piling into a car, driving to Chicago with Friends 2, 3, and Mr. 2, and then tearing up River North.
I will see new things!
Drive new streets!
See Book of Mormon!
Eat Eggs Benedict!
Watch the season finale of Downton Abbey while eating room service!
Stay an extra day because my family is just fine without me! Nyah Friends 2 and 3!
Live off a smaller version of my stuff. (“Whips chains whistles dildoes and a book.”)
(Granted, I was humbled today by a Carnival Triumph “Survivor” who smugly said, “Well, I was fine, but some people who didn’t have the foresight to bring a flashlight had a hard time.” I’ve seen those packing lists that include flashlights, and I have always sneered. However, am I bringing a flashlight to Chicago? No I am not.)
So, you’ll be seeing weird travel posts of photos of people you don’t know and skylines you’ve seen hundreds of times. As a consolation, here is video of all the goats who scream like humans.
6 responses to “Leaving the House!”
Speaking as a blogger whose stock in trade is ‘weird travel posts’, I can’t wait. Since I may be going to Chicago myself at some point, I shall be taking notes. No pressure.
Thank you for this enlightening post.
You know how George Carlin said that we can’t have everything, because where would we put it? I propose that if I owned everything, I’d just leave it right where it already was.
I am packing for The Rock Boat. Now I’m going to pack a flashlight.
Thank you for the yelling goats. I’m gifting it to my siblings.
Big dot – I feel like a field reporter! Do they still have stringers?
Hattie – I assume you are talking about the goats.
Tami – and maybe some type of chemical space toilet
Beebee – I’m glad you liked it. My friends think its odd I love it so much.
Because I used to go camping every year, I own one of these – no kidding:
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7 pounds, though… Hmmm. I’m flying first class, which means that my bag can weigh 70lbs instead of 50…
No, I’ll leave that home.