Wahoo, we made it! We’re in SUNNY Colorado about to take off on an adventure to visit two of our good friends, Steve and Jackie, in Winter Park for a few days. Here’s a recap of the past 24 hours:
Friday night, we made dinner for our neighbor, Wendy, while she and I tried to cast the spring play. Having cut the 45 students who auditioned down to the 25 roles in The Goonies was difficult. We used the rest of the contents of our refrigerator to make cheeseburgers and 1 garlic roasted sweet potato to split between the three of us. The recipe for the sweet potatoes came from dailynibbles.com , a beautiful blog.
After dinner, it was: OPERATION PACK. I thought an hour would be sufficient, but I didn’t take into account the fact that I a) am the world’s heaviest packer b) have a penchant for packing 27 sundresses, because I LOVE dresses c) would have to pack for chilly Winter Park, balmy Boulder, an interview in Utah. Grr, JO challenged me to fit everything for a 10 day trip into a carry-on. Just to avoid him gloating, I did it. But not without some sweat and tears. And also, maybe, some snide comments along the lines of, “Oh, JO, you think you’re so superior, don’t you, fitting all your stuff into a small gym bag. Well, let me tell you something: efficiency of packing is NOT correlated with moral superiority. So there.”
Here’s my completely stuffed bag:
Here’s the discard pile:
Between the two of us, JO and I had the following:
I got up at 4:30 yesterday morning for some yoga before our five hour drive to New York City. I was sure to pack some healthy snacks to avoid the Oh- hello- Dairy- Queen- Blizzard- Phenomenon. Some scenes from our drive:
Even if JO still was harboring some ill feelings towards my bulging bag, I didn’t care. Why? It was sunny.
And I got to pull out JO’s Christmas present for the first time.
When we got to the airport after a five hour drive and an airport shuttle, I was craving something crunchy. Cosi salad it was.
During our five-hour delay in Chicago, I picked up an unbelievably addicting book.
I’m off to Winter Park and Steamboat. Hello, Spring Break!