Pants are for chumps. If you could just wake up and throw on like one article of clothing and a pair of shoes you would too. That’s the beauty of dresses and not having to think too much about anything at 4AM. 4AM — when most of the world is sleeping — the airport is already unnaturally alive with the buzz of caffeinated humans and the smell of pizza. Somebody please tell me why pizza smells so good in the airport at 5AM. If I was at home right now, the smell of food would probably make me feel nauseated. Scratch that.. if I was home now, I’d still be asleep. Hopefully.
Not today though. Today I’m on the move again. It’s the highly anticipated girls trip to a tropical destination where we are gonna drink and eat and be lazy by a pool or ocean or perhaps at a spa. It will be four whole days and nights free of being chef and taxi and maid. And as an added bonus, because I don’t live in the same city as my Texas besties, we get to do it all together, catching up on life.
I’m pretty excited about it or at least I will be once I get past the initial anxiety of traveling. I’ve just boarded the plane and I’m sure the day will take a turn for the better once these two flights are over and done with. Flying — the necessary evil of a travel addict. I would not truly classify myself as an addict as this favorite past-time of mine isn’t really hurting anyone. Well, except maybe my bank account. 😉
That’s it for now. Next stop.. Houston!