So. Guys. Here I am on the shuttle, headed down to Minneapolis. My cousin, Marie (also known as The Queen of Awesome) is picking me up after the Twins game, putting me up at her house, and then taking me to the airport at the asscrack of dawn to catch a flight out to NYC.
I tried to pack light, but my suitcase is still heavy. I suspect this is due to the straps. Yep. The truck that will carry my piano and couch halfway across the country does not have straps. so I've borrowed some from Red Dog, and they're in my roll-on. I highly recommend this. Packing my own straps makes me feel like an enormous badass.
I'm going to New York to pack up the paraphernalia of my life for the last six years. I anticipate that this will be a complicated process and a pain in the you-know-what. I hate moving. But I'm bringing painkillers, supportive shoes, tunes, and mentally preparing like an NBA all-star before a game against his biggest rivals. I will be taking no prisoners. I will likely also be drinking Mimosas while I pack.
In the meantime, I'm going to check out some stores I really shouldn't at the Mall of America, then take the light rail over to the ballpark. I'll keep y'all posted.
LAMB
