The Simon & Garfunkel concert last night was great. Fabulous, to be exact. It was definitely an interesting crowd – the place was packed and I think that all of Houston’s 45-70 crowd was there. When I went to see Radiohead last fall, I was all but strip searched. Last night? Yeah, a little different – they were just checking bags. Nothing more. Amusing contrast.
Once we finally got home, I had to finish laundry so that we could pack. No big deal, right? Ugh. I don’t know why, but I get in to some bizarre mode whenever I travel. It’s not that I overpack (normally), but that I become convinced that I left something behind, something that I absolutely must have. I’m going to Minneapolis. Within the United States. They have anything and everything for sale there that I might need. If I forget something that is really important, I can just buy another one. Not a problem for most people, but it is for me. And I know it. I realize I don’t need to worry about it. I even tried to reassure myself last night, but no luck. I was awake until 6:30 am, when I simply reached the point that I couldn’t function anymore.
Now that I am at the airport, it doesn’t stress me out so much. If I forgot something, I forgot it. Too late now. So why do I worry so much the night before every trip? Does everyone do this, or is it just me?
All I know is that I could really use some more sleep right now. 2 hours just wasn’t long enough.
This post brought to you by Houston Intercontinental Airport and the unsecured WiFi of the USO in Terminal C – my travel tip of the day…