Ok, so today is the day…which sort of stinks because due to the time difference today is not the day for Cabana Boy. Tomorrow is the day….although today is halfway to tomorrow there….Regardless, I’m flying through Northwest Airlines from here in Black and Gold Country to Detroit to Amsterdam to Brussels where I’ll meet my illustrious Belgian and head off to Gent (well with a stop at Ikea…no good host has his girlfriend fly across the Atlantic without first stopping to buy light fixtures). And yes that is a joke to any neurotic Cabana-types reading this while I’m flying over, I honestly have no problem with stopping at Ikea.

So, I’m washing (LIES! my mommy is doing it for me because I’m spoiled) some clothes before I pack completely and just making sure I have stuff for the trip. My dad had to cut my TSA padlock off my luggage because I haven’t used it since Ireland two years ago and I managed to lose the keys, so I do have to put my mom’s set of ugly ass green locks on my luggage so that airplane security doesn’t bust them open. It feels so good to live in the Land of the Free….

But anyway, the only plan thus far is the laundry, me blogging a bit on a QWERTY keyboard for the last time for two weeks, and getting me to the airport, checked in and fitfully sedated. Next time you hear from me, loyal readers, it will be from Cabanaland.

Ciao!

p.s.- even if your mother is very enthusiastic about being part of the blogging process, I advise against letting her “just read” as you type your blog. She will edit. You will be annoyed.
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