Well, folks, the time has come for my long awaited trip to the land Down Under. This is my official last post before I begin the first leg of my trip tomorrow. An adventure awaits me, that I know. But what comes after that is what I am more curious about (typical me).
Anyway, I’ve loaded up the bags: four pairs of shoes, two pairs of boots, three clutches, a Prada messenger-style bag (plus my everyday bag), my beloved Gucci belts (which never get checked for fear of losing them forever), virtually every pair of undies I own, and as much of my wardrobe as I can possibly cram into my suitcases. No, I am not packing light. I am packing to make an impression—charge me the extra $25 if you have to; I don’t care. F*** practicality. That’s what men are for…to heft my overstuffed suitcases around.
So that’s all, folks. Goodbye and goodnight.
PS: If I die on the trip, someone please make sure to serve my martinis at the after-funeral party, OK? And of course, wear something fabulous, and black. Word.