Leaving on a Jet Plane
[sigh] … I’ve been packing and repacking my bag all day (minus the party at Janice’s house this afternoon 
Dah-Queer-ee anyone? HA!). We have a 50 pound weight limit and I’m deathly afraid that I’m going to be over it. If we go over the limit then the airline charges an extra $25-$50 fee… the scoundrels.
John has been very patient with me this evening as I rummage through my bag (for the millionth time) asking questions such as, “Are you sure 36 undershirts is too much?? What if… [insert stupid 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000:1 event here] happens?!?!?!”
So finally I just give up and hope that what I have is going to be good enough. As john walks away to go take an evening shower I lament about my bag (again) saying, “I just don’t want to have to be wearing the same things over and over again.” To which john replies, “Don’t worry. Everyone else is in the same situation. You all will be on the same bus, have the same restrictions, and have the same opportunities for laundry.” A slight pause, and then, “…but no one else will have the same fashion sense.”
I laughed. And everything was suddenly just fine. Sometimes it’s good to be gay 
