WORK was filled with last-minute scrambles to get stuff done before a 3 week hiatus and too many meetings. The best part was hearing everybody's stories about money belts. I personally think they are lame ass shit. Some kind and concerned folks recommended them and told me horror stories they had heard (none that anyone had actually witnessed or experienced) about folks getting beat up and thrown over bridges for their purses, needing reconstructive surgery for months afterwards to repair damages from punches in the face, etc. If only they had wore a money belt! [Seriously Asbury?] The MB Advocates also failed to answer me when I asked how you got your money out when you were wearing a dress. Hmm. Others assured me that money belts were indeed a relic of the past that we're all ready to put to bed - like fanny packs, snap bracelets and VHS tapes.
Conclusion: Money belts are for old ladies in the nursing home... or total assholes, like these chicks. I'll take my chances with my cute new cross-body purse.
|These chicks look like total assholes!|
|Cute! And, not a stupid money belt.|
PACKING was hard. Kiersten let me borrow this crazy backpack thing, and I was determined to carry on all my luggage. It literally took hours. I finally decided to base it around the shoes (go figure), so I compartmentalized everything by whether it would go with a) very walkable shoes (re: tennis and mary janes) b) kind of walkable shoes (cute flats) c) slightly unsensible and not so walkable but incredible bitchin shoes (my coral flats, red pumps, etc.).
|Too many clothes and 7 pairs of shoes. Probably not.|
|Three categories of shoes. Better.|
Blues did not make the final cut :(
I almost sat down and created an excel spreadsheet to get the most efficient outfit cross-referenced with the different shoe categories they would compliment, until Doug told me to stop being so dramatic and it was 10pm already blah blah blah. Anyway, I did it with minimal cheating - just 1 jacket had to be jammed in to Doug's check-in luggage.
|I did it!|