getting the fuck out of dodge

Crave and I are flying to L.A. for Mitch and Kim’s wedding tomorrow. I’ve been so bloody burned out at work that the idea of getting out of here for a few days makes me so happy that my cheeks start to hurt from the suppressed smiling. I am stark raving thrilled out of my fucking mind. w00t, w00t, w00t! Ok. Now that I have THAT out of my system …

I always forget to pack something important. What do you forget to pack when you go on vacation? What do you think I most especially need to pack, in order to endure watching my high school sweetheart marry a woman who (the last time I saw her) seems to think I am going to pull a My Best Friend’s Wedding and chase him down the street in a bread truck? All suggestions will be greatly appreciated.

Have a ROCKIN’ weekend, y’all. See you soon …