Departure

I hate packing, unpacking and living out of a bag. They may be my three least favorite things in the world. Unfortunately I love to travel. I spent roughly six hours last night figuring out what to bring. That's one hour of packing per week away and that's after writing a list. In the end if I questioned whether or not to bring an item, it got thrown in. I went to bed just after midnight and awoke 2 hours later. There's only been one other time in my life where I've gotten so little sleep; freshman year of college to write a history paper. Needless to say, I cherish my sleep and a 2:15am wakeup call is number four on my list of least favorite things to do. Besides the unusual falling snow in the Sac valley, the cone Megan ran over on the drive to SFO and the poor woman at ATL who unknowingly was mooning everyone at the airport because the back of her dress was caught by her backpack, travel to Buenos Aires has been uneventful. I do however have an hour left on my layover and an eight hour flight ahead of me. Fingers crossed for the remainder of the 24hrs of travel. I will end with three things I pondered on my first flight. Keep in mind my lack of sleep. 1) Who decides what music is played while boarding a plane? (Brandi Carlile was playing when I entered the cabin. I was pleasantly surprised and instantly put in a chipper mood until 2) Why do I always have to use the bathroom or think I have to use the bathroom at the most inopportune times (ie when the plane is delayed on the tarmac just before taking off)? 3) What ever happened to the TV show Mama's Family?