George and I are in Southern California doing business type things before the fun All-Star Game type things commence.
George taking in the view from our balcony
This is George's entire role here...to take in the scenery. And to be my bodyguard. But bodyguards don't seem to be in high demand here so he's resting.
Packing for this trip was a nightmare. I have 3 days of business type things and then 2 days of All-Star festivities. What the hell am I supposed to bring and how much shit can I stuff into one suitcase?
I can handle packing for the business stuff. This generally includes things that are not ripped, stained or navel-baring. Although, truth be told, this is California and stripper shoes might be the only real deal-breaker in business out here. Most of the time.
But the All-Star Game is a whole different, um, game.
This is easy, you say...it's a baseball game. Dress for a baseball game.
OK...I GOT that part.
So I just decided to ask the Boy what I should bring for the full 2 days of activities. Bad idea.
Me: Any thoughts on how I should pack for the All-Star stuff?
Boy: Well, there will be a gala and a brunch.
Me: Are we going to the gala or the brunch?
Me: So I should bring a dress for the gala?
Boy: I don't know...how does one dress for a gala?
Boy: It's in California. I'm sure jeans are ok.
Useless. I should have known.
So I packed everything. I'll let you know if I was right.