Time to Go, Already

That's Pam packing up her bag for the big trip. No picture of me is available because, well, I haven't started packing yet.

NEVERTHELESS, we leave tomorrow. The flight leaves at 7 a.m. I'm glad Pam believes on being on time just like me, but this unfortunately means we'll probably be on the road by 4 a.m. That's 1 a.m. in Vegas time.

We're in for a long day.

But an exciting day! I'm thinking beer and crab fries for breakfast at the airport. One last taste of Philly before we say goodbye.

Goodbyes are tough. We had a few Going Away gatherings this past weekend. Most friends were in attendance at one or the other. And though I don't quite remember saying the actual goodbyes at the end of the night (people kept buying us drinks, what can I say?), one can assume that each and every goodbye was a sad one.

Looking at this pup, Chloe, and it's all finally starting to sink in. I'm not going to see her for six whole months. I'm really going away. This is it. We're outta here.

Again, though, despite some homesickness, this trip is going to be.... just freaking awesome.

And so, with a mixture of excitement, nerves, and numbness, we hop on the plane tomorrow, and hope for good things down the road.

Expect pictures of our traveling, our hotel room, and some cute pictures of Pam's face tomorrow night.

Joe