As you can see, I did manage to fit everything into my two suitcases, except for the boots and leather jacket which I had to wear in order to bring along. The best part of the outfit? Taking off the boots in security only to remember that I wore Santa Fe inspired chili pepper socks. I'm sure this was the only surprise that airport security would find laughable, other surprises being along the lines of weapons and bombs disguised as regular toiletries in 3 oz. bottles. (Apparently this happens.) Airports are getting so stingy these days that if the travel sized toothpaste bomber were to make it on the plane, we would still all be doomed because in order to receive a life jacket and breathing mask we would have to swipe our credit cards and pay a twenty five dollar fee.
Luckily, I did not have to ponder this scenario for too long because as soon as we took our seats on the plane, my mom offered me a Xanax. I believe the true right of passage into adulthood these days is being offered prescription sedatives. I'll know that my mid life crisis will occur when I start asking for them. Anyways, I was so confused when we landed I thought I was still in America, I imagined toothless hockey players occupying this foreign country, rather than finding myself in what looked to be exactly where I started.
Canadian style? So far I am pretty sure I'm still in America, but either way the chili pepper socks are a MUST.