There are moments in life when you fear you may actually be crazy. For me, that moment comes upon the arrival of my UAB. For those not down with the lingo, that would be Unaccompanied Air Baggage, or basically the small amount of stuff that is supposed to get to us quickly and contain key items that we couldn't fit in a suitcase but need/want right away. And in my case, it's all I get for this year.
Frankly, it is more than I need. Every time our crap gets delivered in a new place, I wonder why I have so much crap; make fervent plans to give/throw away said crap; remember that I am too lazy to fulfill these plans; eventually get used to the crap; and then, when it comes time to move again, pack it all up for delivery to a new place where I'll likely want it even less.
Let us review some of the odder contents of my UAB: some of my massive supply of Q-tips; assorted spices, meaning that my entire shipment now smells of garlic powder; a book called Essential Everyday Bengali that will no doubt be extremely useful in the greater Washington metro area; dozens of sweaters that I haven't worn since the last time I had a winter (read: three years ago) and which are now causing me an existential crisis (who am I? Do these sweaters express who I am, or who I was three years ago? Do they even fit, since there was somewhat less of my self and being three years ago? Why am I not napping right now?); about 50 tubes of mascara I will never, ever consume, not even if I diligently paint my lashes an unnatural shade of black every day for the next decade; Balinese sea salt; Thai tiger balm; Scotch tape; a yoga mat; and plenty of good old Bangladeshi grime coating it all.
WHO AM I??? Why did I pack garlic powder? WHY DO I HAVE SUCH BAD FENG SHUI????
Mysteries, all.
On the plus side, I am going to see Chess tonight. I really can't express the joy I'm feeling right now. Also, it's 2.5 hours before curtain and I am still not really sure how we're getting to this theater somewhere off the metro's beaten path...
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I assume you were trying to get to the Signature Theater? For future reference, the easiest way is to take the metro to Pentagon City, and then grab one of the cabs that wait there for Ritz Carlton guests. The trip to Shirlington is quick (even during rush hour) and the cab fare isn't bad.
That is exactly what we did! I was terrified of not finding a cab, but it was fine. And the musical was great!
I have a whole drawer full of existential sweaters, too! Only mine don't reek of garlic powder.
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