Living in Manhattan is generally great because I don't have to drive anywhere to accomplish daily tasks. This is not such a good thing, however, when it is 27 degrees with a fierce wind. I'm spending most of the day running drugs - er, I mean, errands - so I sort of wish that I had a nice warm car that I could retreat to while I go from store to store. Oh well. It'll only make me appreciate the warm breezes in Hawaii all the more.
Assuming, of course, that I make it to the Aloha State. As I was chatting with Dianne on the phone this morning, I heard the annoying digital beeping of an alarm clock. "What the fuck is that?" I thought, and wandered around the apartment until I traced it to the bulging backpack that Husband packed for the trip. The sound came from somewhere deep inside. "Fuck, I'm going to have to dig through it," I told Dianne.
That's when I saw the orange blinking light. "Aha!" I pulled it out. The alarm was still beeping inside the backpack and I was holding a survivalist flashlight with crank charging mechanism, AM/FM radio, and blinking orange light functions. It occurred to me how fucked up this would look going through airport security if an alarm went off and a light began blinking in the bag.
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Still...I'd much rather visit you on the beaches of Cuba in January than in frozen New York City. And so what if you're being housed in a little cage? Less dusting! More monastic contemplation! It's all good!
ReplyDeleteOr...ditch the flashlight. Really, it's your call.
Have fun on your trip. :-)
I'm thinking maybe just be sure that nothing is on when we go through airport security...
ReplyDeleteYou know, Hawaii does have electricity... you Probably won't need that.
ReplyDeletehave fun in hawaii, when do you leave?
ReplyDeleteand yeah, you can probably do without the crank-powered flashlight, unless husband has plans you aren't aware of, in which case, you better pack a GPS too.
Now why again do you need to take that with you?
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