A Wee Bit Anal Over OutlantaCon

Posted on April 30, 2012

One of my more charming qualities is that I’ve grown a bit anal over the years. No, not that kind of anal. That’s a given. I mean the other kind of anal, the almost over-preparedness kind of anal. I refer to it as charming because it’s afforded me many a good night of sleep instead of complete and total panic the next day or morning of. A good night of sleep enhances one’s mood and allows them to be charming if they so choose. I’ve chosen. I chose. I continue to choose. My husband is not one of these people. He much prefers the less-than-prepared way of doing things. Why? I suppose it gives him a sense of accomplishment knowing he’s done something successfully at the last minute. Well, he calls it successful. I usually want to wrap my hands around his cute, adorable little throat and squeeze.

Even when he was home last Easter for the holiday, chaos ensued. He was here six days. SIX. He knew exactly when he was leaving and he knew the time we needed to leave the flat in order to get him to the airport. I know. I told him. What’s more, I made him promise (stupid, stupid me) that he’d be prepared by 9 p.m. the night before so that we could get to bed at a reasonable time. I had two reasons for this. One is nefarious. The other is because if I don’t kick, yell, scream and give him ‘the look’, he’ll keep me up until midnight when we have to be up at 4 a.m. And when that happens, I don’t have a chance in hell of doing anything nefarious. Although…now that I think about it, I’m wondering if he’s doing it purposely.

Trips overseas amount to close to the same thing, only I started rebelling the last couple of times. We take our own suitcases, so I simply have mine packed a couple of days before we head over. Then, the day before we come back, I’m packed by 3 p.m. Why? Because I get to enjoy my time prior to leaving without staying up until all hours of the night and being a complete and total zombie the next day. This appeals to my guy, though. Not only can he sleep on a plane (I can’t), but he now waits for me to go to bed, opens my packed suitcases and proceeds to repack them in such away that I’m carrying much of the crap he didn’t realize he bought and can’t fit into his suitcase.

You can imagine the look of surprise on my face when I get back home and can’t find half the shit I’m looking for because it’s in his suitcase.

I’m pretty sure I thought about this today because I’m almost done packing for OutlantaCon, which I’m leaving for on Thursday. I got the suitcase out, gathered all the clothes that don’t need washing, chose the books I’m bringing, handpicked the suggestive nightwear in case the hubby’s able to join me, the Gay Sex card deck if the hubby is able to join me, the personal lotion in case he doesn’t, charged the camera, charged the Bloggie, and printed out all my itineraries/reservation information.

Now if only I can get through the next couple of days. What to do…what to do… Maybe I can get that personal lotion out. Anyone care to remind me to pack it just in case?

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Kristoffer Gair (who formerly wrote under the pseudonym Kage Alan) is the Detroit-based author of Honor Unbound, A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To My Sexual Orientation, Andy Stevenson Vs. The Lord Of The Loins, Gaylias: Operation Thunderspell, several short stories featured in anthologies (to be combined in a forthcoming book), the recently re-published novella Falling Awake, its sequel, Falling Awake II: Revenant and Falling Awake III: Requiem.

2 Responses to “A Wee Bit Anal Over OutlantaCon”

Dorien Grey says:
April 30, 2012 at 9:14 am
Ah, but you are not TRULY anal unless, having everything neatly packed the night before, you do not remain awake all night thinking of what you forgot to pack.

Dorien

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Lloyd Songal says:
March 10, 2013 at 11:41 pm
You need to get a lock for your suitcase. 😉