Why does it take me so long to pack? For someone who travels as much as I do, you'd think I'd have this figured out by now. In fairness, packing for JAX is tricky... you never know if it's going to be 40 degrees or 80 on Thanksgiving, and chances are it will be both. At this point, I'm sick of thinking about it, so I just chucked all sorts of non-matching nonsense in my suitcase and am hoping RaeRae's wardrobe can supplement. We'll see what I can do with 3 swimsuits and my knee-high brown boots, because that's about all I have.
Jamie's going away party last night wasn't the sobfest I thought it would be, thank goodness. We watched her NYC/ATL video a few times, checked out the gorgeous photos Rachel took as a going away present and drank Smartinis - a delish beverage Jamie concocted on the fly with whatever was in the cabinet. She's got domestic stealth, I tell you, and it will serve her well in ATL. At 9:50 a.m., I'm getting in a cab to go pick her up for the ride to LGA. Did you read her last NYC blog? It's a good one.
Once I land in JAX, Hodgie is picking me up and we're heading to meet Mom, Dad & Rae for dinner at Carrabba's and then New Moon. So while the next couple of hours are going to be rather sucky because I have to put my bestie on a one-way flight back to ATL, my evening is filled with white wine mussels and vampire/werewolf muscles. The Lord giveth and taketh away.