You know most people love to travel. I do as well. However, I absolutely hate getting ready to travel. You know that packing thing. WJJ and I are going to San Diego tomorrow for five days. We are part of an international organization called Chaine de Rotissiere. La Chaîne des Rôtisseurs™ is an international gastronomic society founded in 1950 in Paris to revive the traditions of the royal guild of goose roasters chartered in 1248. The Chaîne is dedicated to bringing together those who share a mutual interest in cuisine, wine, and fine dining in a spirit of camaraderie. So basically it is an upscale eating drinking friendship club.
So the events include a cooking demonstration, a country club dinner and a formal event. The attire ranges from “Casual” to “Country Club casual” to “Black Tie.” Do you really think I know what “Country Club casual” is? I have everything from black leather to red cashmere pulled out trying to decide. Actually I had decided what I would wear to that event. It was a gorgeous green suede skirt with a gold top and a “vintage” Valentino jacket. The jacket is really understated and looks like a country scene from England.
When I showed my assistant Gina the outfit, she said, “Oh you can’t wear that--it’s horrible”. She continued, “When did you become an old lady!” and added, “it looks like grandmas couch cushions minus the plastic covering!” Thank you very much Gina. Guess I’m not packing that. Gina also hated the gown I was going to wear. She called it a prom dress gone bad. Damn. That gown was so comfortable. Instead I’m wearing a strapless form fitting gown that encourages me not to eat for 3 days.
Now, that’s a plan when I’m going to an eating/drinking event. So I packed my once piece “nip and tuck everything” garment. You know the one that starts right below your bra line and goes to your knees. It takes about five minutes to put it on. And the design definitely had a major flaw. The only way you could accommodate “tinkling” is to pull it all the way down again --which is nearly impossible in the confines of a ladies room. So being the brilliant entrepreneur that I am & having shown a plethora of “peek a boo” undies in my life, I simply cut the crotch. Not pretty but certainly functional.
Anyway the packing is almost done. But rest assured I will be adding and deleting until it’s time to leave the house tomorrow. And if my previous record holds true, I will forget something. What makes this even more amusing it that I create master packing lists, check lists, do not forget lists etc. And believe it or not, the one thing I tend to forget most often. . . . drumroll please. . . . . lingerie. Not this time. And I’ve even packed some Bedroom Magic! Just the soy candle --NOT!!!!!
Well wish me luck and say a little prayer that I don’t gain 5 pounds --at least until after the black tie event!
(OH and by the way, it took me a full day to get packed & it took WJJ about 45 minutes. Men have it so easy. So not fair. Anyway, I’ll keep you posted.)
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