Laurie’s Bachelorette Party Confession
I was lucky enough to get to spend a long weekend in West Palm Beach, Florida for my bachelorette party with a few of my old college roommates, my future sister-in-law, and her cousin.
And now I have a confession to make. One that I'll be dealing with for the rest of my life.
No, it does not involve the inappropriate straws we brought to the fancy restaurant, or the amount of vodka I may or may not remember consuming. It's not about the 2 a.m. post-party pizza or the heels that completely tore up my feet.
This is my confession: I am a serial over-packer.
I was in Florida for basically three days. I flew in late Thursday night, and got home Sunday afternoon.
I packed as if I were going for 2 weeks.
I brought four different bathing suits. FOUR.
My thinking? I didn't know if I was going to want to wear the bikini or the tankini...then I brought an old suit because the spa we went to suggested it in case we used their hot tub (I didn't.) Then I brought a BACK-UP suit..."just in case." (I didn't use that either.)
I had 5 pairs of shoes in my suitcase. Plus the Uggs I wore to the airport. Though in my defense, I wore 4 of the 6, and I think that's pretty good.
I brought a flat iron and multiple brushes...and then made an appointment to just get my hair done at that spa.
Not to mention the neck pillow in my carry-on that I didn't need, and the magazine I bought but never opened.
My name is Laurie, and I am an over-packer. It's been 5 days since I last over-packed.
One thing's for sure...I have about two months to figure out how to pack light(er) before I leave for my honeymoon! I have zero confidence in my ability to do so. Duzzy might have to make room in his suitcase.
Any other serial over-packers out there?