I set my alarm clock on my phone to 5:45 am on Saturday since I still needed to pack prior to leaving on a business trip...to San Diego. San Diego, with its perennial loveliness, required The Husband to come along for a brief adults only getaway. My parents were due at 6:45 am.
I woke up to darkness, thinking it was early wee hours and debated checking my phone. Debated. If I check it, I'll end up looking at my email and risk not being able to fall asleep due to untimely activation. Aw, whatever. I rolled over, picked up the phone and saw the time: 6:09 am. Awesome! (Apparently my alarm clock was set for Mon-Fri only).
Got ready, packed, grabbed the essentials - blow dryer - can't deal with those cheapo hotel dryers, flatiron, my favorite speaking dress, key accessories. We were still late for planned departure and straggled out the door by 7. As I hopped in the car, I couldn't remember putting my sunglasses into my purse before leaving, so I told The Husband to wait while I ran back in only to find no sunglasses on the surface I thought I placed it, ran back out, and said Oh Well.
On the way to the airport, I found my sunglasses in my purse.
Mid-way to San Diego, mid-flight, I recalled the one thing I did forget: My round brush. As in, my key brush for styling. I would not be able to properly do my hair without this brush. This may seem like a minor issue, but, given I would be giving 2 talks at a major conference - THIS WAS NOT MINOR.
Luckily, brushes are pretty easy to come by so we planned to stop somewhere to pick one up.
We got to our hotel which just happened to be next to a large outdoor mall. Score! We leisurely headed over to walk around. I saw on the mall directory that there was a hair salon on level 4. The mall was multiple levels with scattered escalators and stairways connecting the various levels. However, it was not so straightfoward. The mall might have been designed by Escher. We kept going up but landing on a strange level, like level 3.5B or something. We got up to level 4 which seemed to be mostly food court options. In looking for the hair salon, we had to pass a Chinese food place with a man standing outside with a platter of chicken samples. "Yummy yummy!" the man ("Yan") said as we passed. It took us awhile of aimless wandering up and down these strange half levels to discover the hair salon was actually on level 5. This involved passing Yan and his Yummy Yummy at least 3 times. I could tell The Husband (abnormally low-levels of shopping endurance) was over this mall. "I love you!" I said. Like I say whenever he is the midst of enduring some painful hardship on my or the family's behalf, like a Chuck E. Cheese birthday party. Finally, we found the salon (praise be) and an acceptable large round styling brush was procured.
Exhausted by our adventure of Escher Mall, we went back to our room and fell asleep for an hour. I had a nice workout and then started to get ready for dinner. The talks weren't until Sunday.
In the bathroom, I opened my makeup case to find my beloved round brush. The one I was sure I had left at home. I stared at the brush. Do I tell The Husband of this embarrassment? But, it was indeed funny and kind of typical behavior.
"Guess what I found?" I said with alarm.
"OH MY GAWD..."
"You know I totally could have not said anything!"
Thank goodness he loves me as is, early dementia and all.
Escher would be proud.