I am possibly not the best traveller on earth and the weekend may be proof of that. I was going to Brisbane for just one night. That shouldn’t have been too difficult – only one change of clothes needed and well, not much more
Except there is more. For instance if you are going away for a night you should take a toothbrush and toothpaste. I forgot both. I was incredibly grateful that housekeeping were able to supply these essentials, possibly not as grateful as the people that I spoke to during the day. Although to be honest I am not sure that the white stuff in the tube they provided me was in fact toothpaste because it tasted distinctly like soap.
Even though I seemed to have forgotten about basic hygiene I had remembered to pack an outfit for the function I was attending and I just loved it. In my head. On a skinny model with toned limbs it would have looked great, And on somebody who was not intent on wearing flouro pink tights in 27 degree weather with over 70% humidity.
I had thought very carefully about my footwear and I had the perfect shoes. Except these shoes were in my mind not in my cupboard and certainly not in my overnight bag. I had brought a beautiful turquoise dress, quite smart but not over the top – it neither went with the converse sneakers that I had brought nor the brown ankle boots. Especially when I realised that I should forget the fluoro pink tights. Nothing was going to go with those. Ever
And if my packing debacle wasn’t bad enough I also never got to grips with the time change. Or in fact the time. I woke up at 6am worrying about the toothpaste. Except I think it was 5am. I tried to go back to sleep but that was hard because I was worried that I wouldn’t wake up again.
So I read and I relaxed except I didn’t relax because the next thing I looked at my watch and it was 8:30 and I was being collected at 9:00 so I hurriedly showered and did my hair and threw on about 1kg of make up. My husband called to say good morning and reminded me that it was actually 7:30 in Brisbane. Great, more time to worry about my shoes.
I texted Mia a picture of my shoe dilemma because I was afraid she was going to laugh when she saw me (we were travelling together). I wanted to prepare her and it was now 8:55 and I was meeting her at 9:00. She reminded me that we were meeting at 9:45 and stopped short of telling me to buy new shoes. But I was excited about the extra 45 minutes I had acquired and thought I would do just that – shop. Perfect. There were loads of shoe shops downstairs. Except they were all closed.
So there I was in a beautiful dress with hairy, white legs and ankle boots. My breath smelled of soap and I needed to sleep.
The best part is nobody noticed – all they saw was that I had left my singlet behind and my dress was very low cut. Very.