March 11, 2009
Items of clothing I squeezed into a compression stuff sack: 13
Chicken Special paninis I ate at Betty Rock: 1
Calories wasted eating what is, unarguably, the WORST chocolate chipish cookie in the world: perhaps 400 (sorry Betty Rock … I love you, your lemon bars, your rice krispy treats, and your Dutch apple pie to death, but your triple chocolate cookie is the worst excuse for a baked good ever)
There are some crazy things going on in the Harder/Mishev household this evening:
1) I painted my own toenails for the first time ever. (One of the things I miss most about making money? pedicures.)
2) Thanks to Brian pretty much putting my bike and trainer under lock and key, I actually took a day off (well, not counting the hour I noodled on the trainer for this morning while watching a Tivo-ed Biggest Loser from last night).
3) I’ve decided to take this week off from my shot of Avonex rather than a) do it four nights early and then fly out at 7:00 the next morning, when I’ll still be in the throws of the Avonex-inspired “flu” or b) taking a shot with me and worrying about i) keeping it at the proper temperature ii) dealing with customs wondering why the hell I’ve got a giant syringe with me or iii) having to stab myself with a needle sturdy enough and long enough to pierce an elephant’s ass.
4) I’m nearly finished packing for Belize. I know, I’m usually a day-before-departure kind of packer, but, because of my memory-is-mostly-cottage-cheese-these-days thingie, I thought that perhaps I’d be less plagued by feelings of having forgotten something very, very important if I gave myself several days to pack.
But it’s not actually the fact that I’ve almost finished packing that is the weird part. The weird part is that I’m packing more clothes than necessary. I’m still managing to carry everything on in a 38-liter Acr’teryx pack (with room to spare), but, for the first time for, well, as long as I can remember, I’m packing little luxuries. Three pairs of workout socks instead of two? That’s crazy! Even crazier? Three dresses. Three! On top of two skirts, a pair of shorts, two bathing suits, and five tops. There’s even a cute sun hat in there in addition to my usual salty-with-sweat Exum visor. And both my prescription sunglasses, which are quite style-y as well, and a pair of purely for-fashion purple Prada sunglasses. Where is Dina and what have you done with her?
A little bigger than usual, but still very much carry-on-able. Think I'll go to some sort of fashion hell for having rolled up a Celine dress in here?
Would you believe I actually rolled up and crammed a white cotton Celine dress into the compression sack? And I’ve packed a jewelry bag! There is an extra pair of earrings in there (“extra” meaning in addition to the pair of gold-hoops I’ll be wearing on the flight down) as well as a necklace (small coral beads on thin black thread), and a jade ring.
And I’ve still got a day to go. Who knows what else I’ll decide to throw in there.
In case you’re interested in checking out where I’ll be sporting all these crazy things I’m packing, check out:
Cayo Espanto
Tranquility Bay
and, last but not least, Machaca Hill.
If anyone’s looking for some articles — or even blurbs — about Belize, let me know.