So stupidly blonde moment

As I was going through security in Anchorage and getting ready to put all of my things on the conveyor belt to be x-rayed, I glanced down at the table and saw the guy in front of me had used his passport as his identification. And screamed a very loud F*** inside my head as I realized I needed my passport in order to go to Australia. I very frantically called my sister to let her know I wasn't going to be able to make it until Monday because all flights were booked due to spring break. (Seriously? Who thinks it's a good idea to send their kid on a week long drinking binge? And parents...if you don't think your kids are drinking...reality called. It would like you to check in.) Anyway, she managed to talk me down from my ledge and suggested I call someone to get it from my house and send it out here since I'm in Virginia for a week before heading on to Australia. Oh...yeah...I could do that.

I called Naomi and ask her to please come back to the airport and get my keys and look in my disaster of a house (still unpacking from moving and various trips since I've been back) and overnight my passport to me. Thankfully, she is a FANTASTIC friend and came back out to the airport to get my keys from me. Haven't heard from her yet, but I'm pretty sure (~80%) I know where I put it so it would be "safe". Plus, I'm sure she's busy w/her life too. It can't always be about me (most of the time it's about my sister, but that's a different rant (love you)).

Plan B is to go sit my happy butt at the State Department on Tuesday and report my passport as "lost". Technically not untrue.

The real irony here is that I remembered to remind my friend Teresa to get her passport when she went to New Zealand last month, but didn't remember to remind myself.

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  1. Levine FamilyMarch 17, 2010 at 1:16 PM

    Thanks for acknowledging that it usually IS all about ME!!!

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