I'm sitting here with a sore butt watching my brother and dad pack their suitcases, getting ready to go to Netherlands. The tickets are booked and everything else is set. All they need to do is to board the plane and relax for their 10-hour non-stop flight to Amsterdam. I am so jelly right now!
They're going over there to visit my stepbrothers and attend my cousin's wedding. My stepbrothers are already planning to take them around Europe for a bit—starting from Amsterdam, crossing over to Brussels, and racing into the heart of Paris—maybe a little detour here and there along the way. Sigh…
Meanwhile, I will be home alone, continuing with my NASA training and watching chick flicks until I can’t feel sorry for myself anymore…
If I went, I could have taken some pretty epic shots of the scenery over there. The Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the girls at the Red light district, etc. Sigh.
ü Tux
ü Dress shoes
ü Dress shirts
ü Ties
ü Chauffeur to the airport (me) :(
How ironic... NASA is keep me from leaving on a jet plane.
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