Dear my suitcase,

I have a feeling that, despite what CF told me, trying to pack you while somewhat tipsy was a very, very bad idea. I can only hope that when I open my suitcase tonight in Atlanta, some of the clothes that I randomly stuffed into you last night after the dollar beer extravaganza will be weather appropriate and/or matching.

Not sure what I'm going to do this weekend with four pairs of pajamas, a bikini and not much else…

Shameless