Everyone is getting their BlogHer posts up and I'm secretly getting super excited for all this.

I've got my roomies all straightened out, plus a blood pact with a few people I know IRL to potentially stick together in case of emergency or weirdos, and I'm sorta sure when I'm getting there and how that will happen.

I wrote out my What to Pack list this morning:
3 cocktail dresses- black, turquoise, and coral, all packed in separate freezerbags
1 regular dress- freezerbagged
1 evening bag, 1 day bag
6 or 8 tank tops- I wear two at once, they are just those $5 jobbies from Old Navy
1 skirt- that I will wear whenever I'm not wearing a dress.  I'm dirty like that, fyi
flip flops, sandals, heels- one pair of each.  None of this suitcase full of shoes nonsense.
jacket- maybe
pajamas- because there are roommates
bathing suit/underpants/bra- unless I bring a two-piece, thus eliminating the need for underpants and bra
make up/shampoo/conditioner/comb- freezerbagged
camera/batteries/phone/charger- freezerbagged
first aid kit
Irving book du jour/moleskine/pen
adorable blog business cards- just wait until you see these.  you'll be hating for sure and wishing you had them.

And that's it.  I'm low-maintenance.  I don't own an iPod or walkman or anything like that, and I'm not bothering with my netbook.  I don't bring things I won't use or wear.  Freezerbags are awesome to travel with, they keep everything separate.  Including odors.  Sometimes a girl gets a bit stinky when she's out and about meeting new people she already knows all about and she wraps her stinky clothes up so as not to make everything stinky.

Things I'm excited about
1) going to NYC all by myself, in total Big Girl fashion.  I've traveled alone plenty (with the intent to meet someone upon arrival) but never like this.  Never, "I'm taking the bus to New York and getting off and managing myself for a few days".  I'm guessing I should get the address to the hotel and directions how to get there from the bus stop.
2) seeing people I've known for half a decade, some of whom I've never seen before.
3) only having a party pass, so I'm not tied up during the day.  I want to do a little sight seeing.  Or sleeping.
I was thinking Guggenheim, but it's $18.  The Uffizzi wasn't $18.  The Louvre isn't $18.  Our art museum is free on Sundays.  I don't even really care about art.  But I don't know what else to do.
I live in a big city, and I don't find most big city things that you have to pay for attractive.  I don't like shows or any of that crap.  Everyone I ask suggests go see something on Broadway or get drinks or go out to eat.  Puke.  I don't like to sit still or listen to live music unless it's in a bar or park and relatively quiet.  Drinks pretty much taste the same no matter what town they are served in and have everything to do with the company they keep you in.  I can eat a ketchup sandwich and be just as happy as if I ate a 5star meal.  I really do prefer just bumming around and looking at shapes and patterns I find in nature and architecture.  I'm guessing there is a lot of that available to me up there.
4) wearing my cocktail dresses.  I love cocktail dresses.

Things I'm not excited about
1) leaving my family.  Sounds so lame.  Don't tell anyone I said that.
2) wondering if my cat will be alive when I get home, and the fact that I'm sort of hoping she won't be because she's getting gross these days and if she dies while I'm gone I won't have to deal with the carcass (catcass).  Not that I don't love her, because I do with all my heart, it's just that I don't love what is coming out of her ends.  Luckily she is still able to contain it properly.  Almost.  But enough is enough.  How long are cats supposed to live?  I heard once that cats in their natural element are only supposed to live something like four years, tops.  No wonder they start to bottom out after making it three times their natural life expectancy.
3) pooping.  I'll probably use the hotel lobby bathroom rather than the in-room commode because I'm more comfortable pooping in a public restroom that opens to not-my-hotel-room than I am using the one that opens to people I only know on the computer.  People who probably poop roses and rainbows.
4) the early morning Sunday bus home.  But I know I'll be glad to get back to Philadelphia before most people are even awake.

Things I'm nervous about
1) there is no reason to be nervous.  If I don't like it or it doesn't like me, I get on the bus and go home.  I'm the least socially awkward or nervous person I've ever met, so that helps.

Things I'm unsure about
1) how to get around New York.  But I'll figure it out.  Or just get in a cab.
2) when I'm getting there.  Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday for sure.

Things I'm quite sure about
1) there will be people there who love me and whom I love back.  That's the cool thing about blogging.