Today I got over 2 hours away from my house on an overnight work trip just to realize that I did not pack my bag. Wait. I did pack my bag, but this morning I asked Andrew to help me out to the car, nodding at my bag, and neither of us realized it was left before I drove off to wild, wonderful, West Virginia. Can't blame him, except for when I did the first 15 minutes after he called. Exciting news is that I got to buy some new makeup that was poorly matched to my skin tone and a pair of respectable middle-aged khakis. It was a weird day.
I am in Charleston, West Virginia and it looks like a pretty typical mountain city, except the big, tall buildings. My hotel room has been my refuge tonight. Free wi-fi, good chinese delivery, and a big screen t.v. I can do this for one night.
I always think before I go on a trip how it will be "fun" to get away. Have some alone time to just...be. But then I get to a new city and freeze. Where am I? What am I doing? I feel my face radiating as EVERYONE knows that I don't know what I am doing either. That's when I decided I needed to pick up that handy little wine shooter that was, to my delightful surprise, in a basket beside the check out counter at Rite Aid where I was also picking up mascara, a toothbrush, toothpaste, contact solution, conditioner, a brush, and many, many, kit-kat bars.
Now I can't seem to fall asleep because I have binged on the Internet and I feel 1 part self loathing 2 parts gross.
Kidding. That last sentence was a little dramatic. But I am all wired up. Or wired in. Isn't that the tech word they use on The Social Network?
Any who. Tomorrow is a brand new day. I will wake up by the sound of the hotel ring, hazily go down to the free continental breakfast, and try to smuggle as much of the goods as I can upstairs so I can lay in bed fisting muffins into my mouth while watching the morning news.