Afternoon my little munchkins,
So after nearly nine months of planning and preparations, over six months of working a second job and numerous stress-town moments I am now mere hours away from boarding my flight to Las Vegas. It has been a long time coming and the anxiety levels are finally giving way to a more excited feeling. Since I flipped over my calender at work to reveal a new month I have been on edge. Not myself I have been feeling so apprehensive about this holiday I just don't know what to do with myself. And the reasoning why I have become so stressed is a mixture of things but the main one is preparation.
First things being the self preparation you have to have done. You cannot just rock up to a holiday without this stage as it is frowned upon by both the people you are holidaying with and also the locals if you have an awry bikini line and hair that resembles something a horse would eat! Ahh yes, the waxing, shaving, hair dying, hair styling, self tanning, manicuring and pedicuring all have to be tip top before you even think about checking in your bags! And don't even talk to me about getting a massage. I have called several beautician's in the area and between Bedford, Luton, Dunstable and surrounds there is nothing in site ... Unless that is I want to pay through the nose for someone to rub me down with Baby oil I could have bought from Tesco. As of this moment in time I have one thing ticked off my list, maybe two, but I still have to go through the rigmarole tomorrow after work of getting a haircut and thats after I have dyed it later on this evening to make it less of the colour than a Hi-Vis vest. Nails are done and hopefully should last without chipping. Legs are shaved but will need doing again before I leave on Wednesday morning because I am possibly a relative of the Mexican Wolf Children.
Next on my list of preparations and one that is a huge thing is packing. Now I am not one usually to stress about this kinda thing. I make a list and pack what is on that list (and more in many cases), However it is my best friend Miss Tweedle-Dumb that has actual mental breakdowns due to packing. I never understood it but now I do. Europe is different I am only going to be a few hours from home. But the USA is a whole different ball game baby! I can't leave it to chance that there may be shampoo and conditioner and heaven knows toothpaste in these foreign lands of Nevada. I have to pack EVERYTHING! The worst thing is I have to pack in the knowledge my friends will probably want to borrow my clothes as much as I borrowing theirs with the mindset however that I would like to keep them forever. Not only that but what will I pack. Is it hot there?! Well it is a Desert yes but is it going to be warm? Maybe I should bring some jumpers just in case. Jeans - Yes or no? Leather Biker Jacket - Yay or Nay? And then we get onto the shoes. Footwear flying I struggle to whittle down what I shall take, which pairs will make it to American soil? Heels - Will I need them? Sandals - Will I need those? What about shorts and how short is short? So many unanswered questions and we haven't even started on dress codes for where we are going!?
And that is another thing! Where are we going? What will be doing for our 168-hour holiday of a lifetime. I want to do a helicopter over the Grand Canyon but am I too fat to fly? Will I need an extender belt or will the nation with some of the fattest people on earth exclude me and my fourteen-stone from the skies over Sin City? I want to go to a strip club and put dollar bills in ladies knickers, if she is wearing any. I want to be a witness at a Vegas wedding. I want to ride horses through the hot Desert sand and feel the wind in my hair and cowboys and girls before me have done. All this and more in less than a week. How is it possible! In between all that I will have to make time for The Venetian, Paris, Bellagio Fountains, Stratosphere as well as some shows, shopping and of course stuffing my face with as many peanut butter cups the local Liquor store has! What makes this all better is the small fact that it is Spring Break when we touch down. Pool parties, girls in bikinis, wet T-shirt contests and drinking games galore! Bring it on!
But before all that I have to stop panicking about what to do, when to do it, how much it will be and where and just crack on with it, bang it out and get some much needed sleep. Suffice to say that this is one of the most stressful moments in my life. God only knows what this is like with children added into the mix! I should be relaxing right now with a beer, casually packing my bags without a care in the world. Instead I have written ten lists all with the same things on them and have been doing anything in order to procrastinate my time away this afternoon. I know though that it will be in vain as I will be just as headless-chicken tomorrow night. Nevertheless I know what I need to do and as with my workload I shall just plug away with the intention of clocking off in a few hours for dinner and TV time with the Boyfriend.
And to think, the next time I write to you all I will be over five-thousand miles from home!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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