I don't care about fashion. I only wear t-shirts and jeans, or sweat shirts and jeans. It's comfortable and fine with me. But when I go to conventions, I have to dress like a girl. ::shudder::
I needed pants, so I went to the mall. I could cry, thinking about it. In the stores that I need to go into, people look down their noses at me, talk to me like I'm a moron, and watch me like I'm going to steal something.
By the time I was finished, my self esteem was in the toilet. Then, to WalMart, where I fit in, and there were 4 different kids screaming with no reaction from the parents. My eyes were welling up in self pity when I left there.
Now, I'm home and packing for the trip to Phoenix. I'm mostly done, but there is more to think about. I have to check 2 bags this time, so I have more than I've ever had. 5 days away, with 3 "dress up" days, 2 pairs of shoes, other than the tennis shoes that I'm wearing, and personal care items. It boggles the mind.
I take extra hangers, since the room usually comes with 4. I take a power strip, since you can find 1-2 outlets in most hotel rooms, and I have a phone to charge, a laptop, an iPod, etc. Yeah, I can't find a power strip, so I'll make due, and charge the iPod and phone from the laptop. Yup, I'm a survivor. ROFL!
I survived shopping, I'm almost done packing, and I'm coming to grips with the fact that I won't see Mom and Dad until next weekend. I always try to see them before I leave town, but shopping screwed THAT up, too. Oh well. I love you, Mom and Dad. If it weren't for the 4:30am departure time, I'd see ya on the way out.
I'll call you from Phoenix, Mom and Kevin and girls and Linda and Brett.