How I Know I'm a Guy

We’re headed out to Seattle tomorrow morning. Then to Alaska for a week. Teresa’s been figuring out the clothes she needs for the trip. Piles of clothes in a guest bedroom. Short-sleeve shirts? Check. Formal evening gown? Check. Raincoat? Check. Me? I haven’t thought about packing yet. Okay, I brought up my suitcase from the basement, but it doesn’t have anything in it yet.

Instead of packing clothes tonight, I’m packing music. Working out my playlists and new artists. Downloading stuff on to Teresa’s iPod, because…well, mine is broken. Again. When you turn it on, this icon comes up.




My rage with Apple and iPods is well documented.


So I’m almost ready to go. I’d much rather have the right music and my laptop than an extra pair of jeans. I’m planning on blogging quite a bit next week, but don’t know if I’ll have internet access. We’ll see.

My Decidedly Pop Alaska Trip Playlist:

Everything Will Be Alright, Joshua Radin
How to Save a Life, The Fray
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
Strangers Again, Ari Hest
Bent, Matt Nathanson
Sometimes You Can’t Make it on Your Own, U2
Talk to You, Brian Webb
Fair, Remy Zero
Only You, Joshua Radin covering Yaz
Let it Fall, Nickel Creek and Glenn Phillips

I’ve got a crazy amount of travel planned for the rest of the year. Attending a wedding in North Carolina in August. San Diego in September. New York in October. Chicago and possibly Birmingham in November. And Naples in December. And I’ve already put Vegas, Aspen and Cape Cod on the calendar for next year. First thing’s first though. I’m off to see the last glacier on earth (according to Al Gore). I’ll let you know if it’s still there – forecasted temperature in Seattle tomorrow – 94 degrees. Ouch.