Packing is unofficially my least favorite thing in the world to do. And since I a) chose to live far away from home and b) love to travel I am forced to undergo this process quite often.
In order to make the experience more enjoyable I decided a long time ago that the only way to truly live up the packing experience is to DRINK while PACKING.
A typical packing night looks like this:
The night starts out great – you open that first bottle of wine. Put on your iTunes playlist and start making dinner. At this point you are not actually packing, you’re just prepping your mind and stomach for the packing experience.
You see the wine bottle is half empty. You decide that you cannot leave the rest of the bottle to waste, sitting in your refrigerator while you are miles away from your apartment.
Oh hell, why not drink ALL THE WINE left in the apartment?
You have a strong urge to listen to some Elton John and sing at the top of your lungs. And high kick in your living room.
Packing seems like the last thing in the world that you want to do.
You start texting your friends because THEY NEED TO KNOW HOW AWESOME YOU ARE.
Your voice is a mythical sound that all neighbors everywhere need to hear. YOU SING THE TRUTH.
Wake up bleary eyed, throw underwear and tooth brush into luggage and hope for the best. Jump into cab.
. Rush to open up front door and realize you’ve left your parents house keys in Chicago . Cry tears of failure. Los Angeles