Larocque and Roll

Come sail away with me January 29, 2007

I am both the best and the worst person to travel with.

I’m the best because if I know where we want to go and have an idea about the schedule, I can make a workable timetable, get maps, check transportation options, and find the best way to get from point A to B. I will look up addresses and phone numbers (just in case), and check up on opening hours so we’re there in plenty of time.

However, should something happen to that schedule - like, say, you find out the hotel booked you for one less night than you requested - I am instantly the worst person to travel with because then I start to stress out about the whole timetable, and become both highly inflexible and petulant. I will pout and whine and moan about this disruption, and how it’s now ruined everything, and how we now must start all over from the beginning.

Throw in finding this wrench in the gears the day before you’re supposed to leave, and I become impossible.

And! Top it off with a day that should have started with crawling back into bed because it did not get any better, and I’m the last person on earth you want to travel with.

So! The gist of this all is that I’m going to Toronto tomorrow for the OLA Superconference, and will be returning Saturday, not Sunday as I had hoped. It’s really not a big deal - I don’t need to go to Romni or Lettuce Knits or Americo or any one of a dozen bookstores. However, I still feel it necessary to sulk for a while before moving on, and fretting about other things, like, say, packing.

Oh boy.

More from Toronto if I get the chance!