I am currently the mayor of packing H-E-L-L

Just a little heads up, I am headed to France on Friday. I know. My crew and I (Kim, Lindsey, Kyle, Somer Mark, and of course the love of my family's life, George) touch down in Paris, after a long alcohol fueled nap over the Atlantic, on Saturday morning. After a day and night in Paris (I still cant believe I'm even writing these words), we schlep (yes the Jew comes out in me when i travel) down to Burgundy for a week long barge adventure, then up to Normandy then back down to Paris for the remainder of the trip, where George and I will ditch the fam and rough it on our own in our quaint little french apartment in St. Germain des Pres.

It is Wednesday, I leave for Paris on Friday...and I still don't know what to wear. Well, that isnt entirely true, I stayed up about an hour longer than i wanted to last night putting outfits together and making a Google doc with 2 lists, one is a general packing list and one is my list of outfits, separated by night and day (Whitney would be so proud). My problem is, now that I have these lists, all i can think about are the clothes that slipped through my fingers, the ones i so desperately wanted for this trip. Number one, a long neutral (grey) pleated skirt, with a breezy, gauzy white short sleeved button up...both pieces that I can wear with everything, including jorts:
I really enjoy her look, and she just happens to be wandering around the streets of Paris. For the barge i wanted an endless array of grown up cover ups, caftans, really anything that screams "RESORT", lots of gold wrist cuffs and bracelets with a big gold amulet type necklace. In my mind apparently I am J-Lo. In real life what I am going to be wearing is my 70's American Apparel shorts, t-shirts, jorts, crochet tops, linen pants, and yoga pants. And of course my over sized Hugo Boss men's sweater that Kati found at Goodwill, that I haven't taken off since the moment of it's purchase. Speaking of sweaters, last time I was in Europe it was -234283 degrees in the summertime, so do I need to bring sweatshirts? Northfaces? Rain gear? Down jackets?....I can just feel my suitcase getting heavier and bulkier the more I think about it.

Now I know I have enough clothes to last me this trip and afford me the stylish effect that I so crave, my problem really comes down to (besides a fixation on the aforementioned skirt + button up outfit) time. I have ZERO time to pack. Between my PR day job, and working at the restaurant, my schedule is booked solid until Friday morning. Thankfully most of my laundry is done so that is out of the way, but damn, Friday is going to be hectic. On the bright side, once I am done stressing about packing, clothes, hair, makeup (and all the other girly things that plague my otherwise tomboyish demeanor) I can relax and realize, "I'm going to MotherFucking France, and I'm going to drink a ShitTon of wine". I think all those curse words are necessary right? right.

Be on the lookout for a European to do list, wish list, food list and drink list...really just be on the look out for more hyper-organization fueled, yet again, by green tea....and stress.