The Panicky Packing Moments have begun.
I leave for Mexico early Saturday morning to help the good people of Juar Ez but not before driving (Yes, driving. For thirty hours. 3-0.) down with 50 of my closest* friends on a bus which initially looks cool because of the sweet design on the seats and TV's, but ends up being a sweaty mess of disgusting, old air. Tonight I will get little sleep but more than tomorrow night as I rake through my head of everything I need to bring, buy, pack, and not forget.
"What if it rains? Do I need a poncho? No they don't get rain. Wait is it hurricane season? Are we by the ocean down there? Which is the closest ocean? Crap, what ocean is it? Atlantic? No Pacific. I'm sure its Pacific. So I should bring extra shirts then in case mine get dirty and smelly from the hurricane. And probably extra deodorant for all the sweat. I wonder if I have any extra. [Checks] Oh God. I need to go to Target..."
*In spatial proximity. Because of the sweat bus.
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Leave your poncho at home, unless you're a wrestler trying to make weight:
http://www.weather.com/outlook/travel/businesstraveler/tenday/MXCA0026?from=36hr_fcst10DayLink_business
I, too, am a maniacal packer. I have three lists and am cross-referencing. And then my head exploded.
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