When things go awry Say you're going away for the night and you can take only two things. Small things. What would they be? Chances are you're going to guess the two (most important) things I forgot to take with us for an overnight trip. Wanna guess? And not just those. I forgot other stuff too. I won an award for work, so we went to this awards ceremony. It was three hours from home. I managed to pack the clothes and shoes I would wear to the ceremony, but not much else. Though I thought I had everything. I wore my contacts because I thought it would be sunny and I could wear my sunglasses in the car. It rained. Then the contacts were bugging me. The dinner started at 6:30. We got to the hotel at about 6:25. We checked in, I hiked up to the room (our room number was 485. Do I have to tell you how far from the elevators it was?) to change while David parked the car. First off, I take out the contacts. And find that... TA-DA I've forgotten my glasses. Strike One. So I put the contacts back in. We managed to get dressed and into the ballroom while the salads are being served. But forgetting my glasses is high on my list of "I'm always scared I'm going to..." At least I didn't lose a contact too. When we got back to the room, I noticed the clock was about three hours off. I tried to reset it, but couldn't figure out how. I called downstairs and the guy said "What can I do for you [Jasclo]?" Nice. I likey. "Well, our clock is wrong, but I can't figure out how to fix it." "Oh, well, we'll have to send an engineer up. It's an atomic clock." Um, OK. I'm already changed and I'm not redressing or hiding in the bathroom while the clock is fixed. "Never mind. We've got our cell phones. We'll just use those for the time." Stike two. The next morning, I open my makeup bag looking for one of those two important items. Not there. But I remembered putting it in the bag. Or not. I don't know. At this point, I'm wondering exactly who packed my bag. I mean, I wasn't drunk. But strike three. But the worst is yet to come. I also forgot the other Very Important Item. Don't make me say it. Strike four. AND I had to wear sandals because I forgot to bring any other shoes. (I wore them down there -- it wasn't that cold when we left home.) It was the sandals or the heels that I wore to the dinner. And it was 40 degrees outside. Strike five.(This is my story, so I get extra strikes if I want them.) Can I tell you how glad I am to be home? I will (probably) never pack that badly again. (I hope.)