Boo.

My neighbors are having a friday night party and for me this is a particular kind of horror. I have talked about this on here before, but you know how I kind of think I’m the coolest person I have ever met (owing to some very specific and probably easily diagnosable kind of narcissism) well it always bothers me to know that other people are having fun without me. This is not because other people are having fun without me. No no, that would be too clean. It is because other people are not having nearly as much fun without me as they could be having with me.

Judging by the noise level, I think that they are about to leap from their balcony into the pool. I admire that kind of verve, but I have been on my own balcony enough to ponder the physics involved and I’m pretty sure that if they do make the jump it will end with compound fractures. I will keep you posted on my neighbor’s progress toward their own destruction.

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My Baggage.

At the moment I am doing a small bit of traveling. I’m one of those people who makes packing lists and triple checks them and practice-packs before leaving the house. This current walkabout that I’m on is indefinite in length and the destinations are still not completely determined. So, the practice-packer in me spent a while freaking out about what the hell exactly I was going to be taking with me. 

My criteria:

- I knew I wanted to be carry-on ready in case I end up on a plane to somewhere and also because it forces me to pack light.

- I wanted to be able to take some running gear with me, but didn’t want to have to wear my running shoes all the time (I don’t like wearing them with a pair of jeans or whatever because it makes me feel like a tourist).

- I wanted to have one nice-looking outfit combination (tie and all).

- I wanted to have some sort of hydration-compatible bag in case I get to do any real hiking.

- I wanted to have clothing combinations that would work in: 1) Southern California 2) The Bay Area 3) The North San Joaquin Valley 4) Chicago (I really wanta go to Chicago!) 5) The NYC/Connecticut area (I wanta go visit some family!)

After all sorts of mulling over (I LOVE mulling things over!) I ended up getting everything into one backpack and one small laptop bag.

I have read many many many blogs where people itemize their packing lists. I have never done that because I know that no one cares! But what the hell, you’re probably only reading this because you’re bored at work, so here it is:

This is what I wore:

Black t-shirt

Blue jeans

Button-down shirt

Wicking socks

Wicking boxers

Orange Chuck Taylors

Awesome Zoo York watch (from Kohl's, on sale!)

Black leather belt

This is what I packed:

2 black shirts (one has the old school Batman logo on it!)

1 pair extra wicking boxers

1 pair extra socks

Black Northface soft shell jacket

Running shoes

Long sleeve black wicking shirt

Running shorts (also work as swim trunks)

Wicking running socks

Armband iPhone holder

Running (Ironman) earbuds

Kinkle (can use the same charging adaptor as the iPhone)

Moleskin notebook

Small toiletries bag

Every day I am always carrying on my person:

Wallet

iPhone

Small red Moleskin notebook

Ink pen

14 ninja stars*

Here is a picture of everything (this is literally a picture of EVERYTHING I packed. So yeah, I was completely naked when I took this picture):

This is an article that helped me very much when I was packing. It is written by a woman who is far more hardcore at this stuff than I could ever hope to be. How I Traveled as an Uber Minimalist for 2 Months in Europe.

* I was kidding about the ninja stars**

** Probably

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Why I Can Never Get a Second Date.

Why I Can Never Get a Second Date

by james bezerra

I’ll ask you to close your eyes

and I’ll sweetly kiss you on the nose,

while I quietly remove my clothes.

and then you’re in for a surprise!

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