Yesterday!

Amazing, isn't it? Not so verbose as in times past. Eh, well, that'll change during my trip.

So, from last night:

I went to buy adult luggage today. A wheelie bag that can be carried by hand or on the back. But the wheels are smooth and well balanced. It’s red and black. Adult luggage. What prompted the purchase is that my pack is too long to meet the carry on limitations – I don’t want to check baggage. In the past three or four times I’ve flown, twice I’ve seen a bag fall off the cart or the luggage train and be left on the tarmac. “Ho hum, not my job” must have been the thought of the two guys who drove by in their luggage train engine. So, no checked baggage for me.

I bought my new bag, no, it is a suitcase (say this in a grandiose tone, please) at REI. I walked around with it while I debated. I passed by this guy wondering – out loud to the salesperson – if brand K was a good pack. The salesperson didn’t know so I piped up – Oh, I hate my brand K bag, couldn’t ever get it to fit my back or neck. About 7 minutes later I notice a woman looking at the bag I’m walking around with and then she walks over to the rack of bags, but doesn’t see mine. I point it out to her and extol the virtues of the bag in my had.

I walked over to the cash register moments later. I had become the annoying person hanging around in the store seemingly to interact with my fellow man. Ugh. I’m the crazy lady.

I am happy with my bag. It’s pretty. I wanted to pack last night, but all I want to pack is dirty. I’ll pack it all up and post a picture before I leave. April 19th. Once again, I shall live vicariously through me!