So, get this, Tune Sharks. I have to figure out how to pack for an almost three-week-long trip that will involve three stops, three states, three entirely different climates, two conferences, one week-long meeting, and…a rodeo.
HOW DO I PACK FOR THAT.
Beyond that ridiculous question, how do I ready my house for that absence? Do I really have to eat all of my yogurt? How about my granola? Do I have to Lysol my baseboards or can I just do my countertops? What about moths? What about the ghost who opens my cabinets – should I duct tape them closed? Can ghosts peel off duct tape? What about the slight gap between my air conditioner and the world outside? Should I plug that with socks? Will I have enough socks left over after I pack my rodeo socks? Do I even own rodeo socks? What the hell are rodeo socks? Do hotels have dry cleaning or will I have to bring every suit I own? And when did I lose the international traveller part of myself for whom a 19-day trip would be child’s play? But seriously – moths?
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Simple: Just pack clothes for the rodeo, and wear them to everything else you have to attend. If anyone asks you about this, tell them “I’m going to a rodeo right after this.” This will work in any setting, unless one of the events on your itinerary is a funeral in a blue state.
You’re a genius, Dr. Mueller.