Packing is Lame

I'm not a fan of packing. I find it to be a tedious and risky task. Inevitably you end up at your travel destination pretty pissed at yourself for bringing the wrong thing/leaving the right thing behind. You think, "I can't friggin' believe it! I had it in there, and then at the last minute I took it out! WTF! I SUCK! I suck soooo BAD! This trip is gonna be horrendous now!"

I'm a much better in the '00's than I was back in the day, though. My baby sister (an outdoorswoman) has been a great influence on me in that respect. She's helped me simplify. Those trips I took back in the 80's, no matter what the length of stay, they all required copious amounts of makeup, hairspray, shoes, curling irons, scrunchy socks, and the like. I never gave the slightest thought to the old suggestion: "Pack your bag. Take half of the stuff out. Now you're packed." And that's a good way to pack. It's terrible when you realize you packed too much, and now you have to lug it around. I guess that's why rich people always pack too much. They don't have to lug their own shit around. Tsssk. Rich people. Why don't they just shove it?

Tonight, I will attempt to pack 3 nights and 4 days worth of crap into a large backpack. (If I can't, I'll go with the duffle, but I really want the backpack) At this stage in my life, I find travelling light (with the wrong stuff) to be a truly a liberating feeling. What do you really need in Las Vegas, clothing-wise anyway? 3 sexy cocktail dresses and a pair of fake eyelashes shouldn't take up too much space. Unless you're a Las Vegas showgirl. Then I expect your fake eyelashes alone probably need their own suitcase. And that's high maintenance. I like things easy. Let's take it easy, everybody. With style, of course. This is Las Vegas, afterall.