Travelling

A few weeks ago I had a dream I was heading to France with Sarah Brown's dad. No, I don't know him and have never met him. I know he's got some good Dad Tricks and that is all.

When I arrived at the airport I realized I'd forgotten to pack a suitcase. Or pants. Or wear any. No pants and also no shoes. I kept telling myself it was fine, I'd buy new clothes once we arrived. But the shoes thing really bothered me.

So I asked the ticket counter person if they had any shoes I could borrow. And she pulled out a pair of clogs from behind the counter. Not just clogs, bright green clogs.

I bring this up because it's 7:30 in the morning, I have a mild hangover, a half packed bag, two sleeping kids to drop off with the Presbyterians (one really angry one) (grrr) and one thousand small details to take care of before I go to the airport in 1.5 hours.

It's entirely possible I'm going to arrive in San Francisco with an empty suitcase, no pants and green clogs on my feet.

Comments

[Fluid Pudding]

Just remember: Arriving in San Francisco with no pants and green clogs isn't as bad as waking up in a bathtub with no kidneys.

Safe travels to you!

[marian]

Have a great trip! And don't let Heather see you with those things on your feet.

[GetSheila]

That's the beauty of San Francisco. No one will notice or think it's unusual if they do. And hey, if you stand in one place long enough someone might throw spare change at you.

[Heather Barmore]

Last night I felt like I was in that scene in Home Alone (the first on of course) where Kevin's parents tell him that he needs to pack his suitcase and he says "Pack?...My suitcase?" I'll be naked right there with ya. So, I guess there will have to be a raincheck on the awkward hugs.

[Grace D]

It's BlogHer time! And, as Heather Barmore's remark reminded me, it's Awkward Hug time, A BlogHer tradition. I'd be happy to stand in line for one from you.

[moose]

I love that, at T-minus an hour and a half, you were posting to your blog instead of putting on pants. This makes me feel better about constantly showing up late to work while wearing two different shoes.

[Sarah Brown]

My dad would love to go back to France. He might even loan you some pants!

[Momtowolf]

Have fun at BLOGHER!!!! Maybe you could wear a matching green thong with your green clogs!!!

Whatever you forget to bring you can just buy!!!

[merseydotes]

If you end up wearing bright green clogs, you better stay the fuck away from Heather Armstrong.

Have fun!

[Phil Marsosudiro]

Did the bright green clogs match the flowers in your hair?

[FlippyO]

I hope whomever meets up with you at the airport is ready with their camera. I'm just sayin'...

[clickmom]

OMG!! I have bright green clogs and they rock!!!

Just for you, I'll take a phtot and post it-JUST FOR YOU!!!

Give me a couple of hours to post though- I am running out to the mall IN MY ROCKING BRIGHT GREEN CLOGS!

[Mrs X]

I hate packing! I always forget something. Usually shoes. I regularly (jeebus! I can't freakin' type tonight) forget my toiletry bag.
Forget the pants. Have fun!

[Chookooloonks]

No pants, empty suitcase and green clogs? You should fit right in in San Francisco.

See you there!

[amylola]

I hate those dreams. And mine inevitably end with me sitting on a toilet while a stream of people file past.

[alh]

I had a dream last night that you were married to Will Ferrell and he ripped me a new one when I yelled, "Shut up!" at your kids from down the street. He was trying to convince me that he never said that and I was thinking, "Oh, I've seen your movies." After he yelled at me I vowed to never read your blog again. Then I woke up. Odd how people end up in your dream in completely unassociated terms.