I’ve talked about packing several times before here on the blog. About how I used to be a major over-packer. About how I have mild packing anxiety (I’m always afraid I’m going to forget something important…hence the over-packing).
Well, as I’ve taken more trips over the last several years, I’ve gotten considerably more adept at remembering the important stuff and not taking too much of it.
But I am proud to say that on a trip Shaun and I took to San Antonio last weekend, I really outdid myself.
I packed everything I needed plus clothes for the twins, and I even managed to round up the boys soccer uniforms, socks, shin-guards, and shoes in—wait for it—37 minutes. THIRTY-SEVEN. It was almost as miraculous as the time I got in and out of Wal-mart with five kids and two carts full of groceries in 38 minutes.
And then? We were getting ready for a date night on the River Walk, and I put on my thrifted J. Crew dress (Goodwill, $6), which is really pretty and fits great but is a tad on the plain side for my taste.
And I reached into my perfectly packed suitcase for my new Anthro belt and came up with…nothing. I checked all the pockets. I checked the car. I muttered a lot of about how I just KNEW that I had packed it. I am not crazy (debatable). I just KNEW IT!
Turns out I was right. But it took my husband’s rooting around in my “perfectly packed” bag to find it. Which, of course, made me feel a little bad for all those times I tease him about not being able to find something in the fridge when it’s right in front of his nose (he was the one who found the strawberries when I looked right past them this morning, too, so there’s a worrying trend developing).
(Isn’t the belt fun in black and white?)
One drawback of packing everything in 37 minutes is that you don’t necessarily take varying weather conditions into account. Like the fact that, sure, the high on Saturday was supposed to be 76, but the low was in the 50s, and it’s always colder down by the river.
I rarely wear strapless dresses, and even when I do, I almost always have some sort of jacket or sweater over them, but last weekend, I literally brought nothing long-sleeved.
Lucky for me, there’s a shopping mall right on the River Walk. Shaun and I ducked into a store right before dinner, and I snagged a $12 cardigan in the perfect shade of teal to match my belt and shoes and instantly felt more comfortable in multiple ways (less tugging and readjusting and a lot more warmth).
We ate at Paesano’s on the River Walk, and it was one of the best meals I’ve had in a while.
Just in case you’re in the San Antonio area or planning on visiting, I highly recommend the Chicken Artichoke Pesto pizza and the Parmesan Crusted Chicken Piccata there. Both were beyond yummy.
Of course, not all aspects of our trip—in fact, the very reason we took the trip in the first place—were as enjoyable as that date night.
But I’ll tell you more about that tomorrow…
Have you ever bought something on the fly after you forgot to pack something you needed? I have several times, but I always try to make sure that I buy something I would want in my closet anyway. (I think it worked this time, considering that I am wearing the teal cardigan I bought as I type this).