SassyBlonde

Well folks, the verdict is in: my bags are packed and I'm off tomorrow morning for yet another crazy trip with my touring gig.

As for how I made out with my packing, y'all will probably be surprised to know that I'm toting only one carry-on plus the clarinets and my bitty backpack purse onto the plane. For how that's going to work out, stay tuned: I'll have a verdict for you in about fourteen days. It's actually pretty amazing what you can cram into a standard carry-on bag: in my case, clothes for seven days, wash supplies, a pair of shoes, performance clothes, meds and supplies, chargers, makeup, toiletries, you name it-- I got it, and the requisite weight only comes out to a measly 25 pounds, which is less than I myself gained between the last trip there and this one. It sort of begs the question of what in the hell I took on the last trip in that E-NOR-MOUS suitcase: I was smaller, and I still did laundry every seven days or so, so what in the hell did I think I needed all that crap for?? I can remember having space in the suitcase when I came back, but I can also remember just about driving myself nuts with all of those plane flights and two wheeled bags to schlepp. This time I'm take it easy and save my exertion for those steps at the Wall.

At any rate, the itinerary includes five or six cities in fourteen days from Orlando to Beijing to Shanghai and others, and everything from basketball games to playing concerts to hiking. Planes, trains, and automobiles, and food of every shape, color and size. Knitting socks and listening to audiobooks, and getting up to shenanigans with people I hardly ever get to see except on a tour bus. More than covered by what I packed to bring with me.

And now, I'm tired and ready to hit the hay for tomorrow's beginning so I can write more coherently than I have so far (as Blue Line Mike rightly just commented on my Facebook, I need to go to bed): when next you hear from me I'll be in the land of orange juice, Mickey Mouse, and NBA playoffs: Orlando.