(pictures to follow soon)
No
airplane means...no limit on the amount of stuff I bring! That is an
absolute first. My packing-fu is really strong and I'm usually very
good at packing a lot in very little. Also, apparently against my
gender's usual genetic predisposition to pack anything they could
possibly need for a fetish party lasting a year, I make do with very
little. I know men who married for less, so I remind Seb once in a
while how lucky he is to have a woman with a small suitcase.
But
this time, Seb is not in luck. For all the years I have been
reasonable, all matters of practicality are relagated to the back of
my mind as I shove pair of shoes after pair of shoes on top of
impossibly heavy latex and beloved corsetry.
Do
I prefer this or that outfit? Who cares, let's BRING IT ALL! The car
will sink the ship it stands on :)
So...men
may have married for less but fortunately for me I am engaged, so Seb
seems trapped under all those heavy suitcases for the time being ;)
Also,
we need a playlist, finding the right songs to fit the moment is a
hobby of mine. Some Morcheeba when we're feeling mellow, Blink-182
and Gomez on the road, Portishead when nursing a hangover by the
pool, IAMX when feeling horny and TOOL for all occasions.
And
of course, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, more specifically Road Tripping,
as I've made it a tradition to start any road trip with it:
Road
trippin with my two favorite allies (in this case Seb and my House Of
Harlot Holly gown)
Fully loaded we got snacks and supplies
Its
time to leave this town
Its time to steal away
Lets go get
lost
Anywhere in the U.S.A.
Lets go get lost
Lets go get
lost
It's
the first time it actually fits with the USA part, I am truly
psyched, this will be awesome!
