As I read up more about the lovely state of Las Vegas, Nevada, I am starting to get worried about what to pack, especially so since I intend on travelling the USA for a bit [and hopefully get to visit some of the lovely yogi/nis!].
Tell me, enlighthen me : How the heck does someone pack for weather that wavers between 81ºF – 31ºF (that’s 27ºC – 3ºC) ?! And that’s ONLY in Las Vegas! eeeep!
The next person who says : Oh you’ve lived in New Zealand, you should be used to winter colds by now – will get 4 minutes of Awkward Part 2. I lived in Auckland, the “winter” was a rainy, cold dreary season. Consider yourself lucky if your brolly doesn’t get turned inside out during the whole of winter. And I simply – for some unknown reason – can’t stand the cold. I remember going skiing once with a few friends, and as I stepped in the crunchy snow told Jo “Fuck, I am going to get frostbite, heading back indoors”. She laughed and said “Woman, your feet are in fur-lined suede boots. To get frostbite your feet needs to be bare and in minus 10 degree centrigrade temp!” before hauling me back to the snow. She was right, I never got frostbite, but I swore to put heating gel pads down my boots if I were to step in the snow ever again.
Argh. Now to dig up my old winter clothes that I brought back to Malaysia. Yes, I am a freak. I thought I’d settle back here permanently, but it seems that I have miles to go before I even settle down. So the next person who asks “Oh, when are you getting married?” will be asked to donate to the “Marry Mei Off To Someone Rich & Famous” fund, since they’re wanting an excuse to come out and party.