Thursday, July 30, 2009

Over The Shoulder Boulder Holder

My mom tagged me quite awhile ago to share a travel disaster story. I've been delaying. I couldn't decide on which one might make the best story. I've got millions. Do trips ever go with out a hitch? Not mine.

This one really isn't a doozie, but it makes me laugh any way.

I was probably fifteen. My mom was headed to Arizona for something. My cousin Brittnee lived there. She was pretty much my favorite person in the whole world. Despite my begging to come along, Mom wasn't allowing it because I'd have to miss a day of school.

I don't know what happened to soften her heart, but Thursday afternoon when I got home from cross country practice Mom told me if I could get packed in half an hour she'd let me come along. I was all over that so I shoved some clothes and toiletries in a bag as fast as I could and hopped in the car.

After the five hour drive, mom dropped me off at Brittnee's and continued on to wherever she was going for the weekend. It wasn't until the next morning...Brittnee was off to school...when I realized I didn't pack any bra's. None. And since I had come from cross country practice, all I had was a sweaty red sports bra. Not happening.

Though Brittnee and I are completely different body types, I found something to fit me and borrowed hers for the weekend. We only had like two days to hang out and didn't want to waste it bra shopping.

So thanks again Brit!

This picture was taken at Brittnee's house around that time...
possibly even while wearing the borrowed bra.


I'm tagging my Texas friends...Share your best travel disasters. Including you Emily...you haven't blogged in FOREVER!

10 comments:

Jen said...

You always have a story for something. I can never remember stories like you, maybe I try to forget my disaster stories!

mj said...

ha that's hilarious. I love borrowing inappropriate items.

Lauri said...

Oh, that was funny. But as I remember, it didn't take you till the next morning...we figured it out on the drive over and I left you to work it out on your own. What kind of a mother was I???????

Traci Elizabeth said...

hilarious! sad, but I remember your red sports bra. Is that weird?

Katie said...

Mom...I totally remember waking up at Brittnee's house. But it's possible we figured it out on the ride there. It's hard to remember all the details so many years later.

And Traci...you can remember that I owned a red sports bra, but you can't remember the senior dinner dance? That's BEYOND weird.

Judds said...

I totally forgot about this. What a great story. It gave me a good laugh. We had a lot of good times.
I came across that picture where we took with our underwear on the outside of our clothes. Priceless. Who knows what we were thinking. It's entertaining now and it was then.

Amanda B. said...

This is great! Love it! :)

Amber Nish said...

Well, while I consider myself to be one of your "Texas friends" and there for obligated to answer your request..I cant think of a single travel disaster story! Hmm..I will continue to ponder, as I am certain there were many disasters in my travels, but honestly, I must have blocked them from my memory. But, yours is a pretty funny one for sure. And the title sure made me think of the "Beaches" soundtrack..which was a favorite of my mom's during many of my childhood trips:)

Erin said...

What a nice cousin!

Judds said...

I have one more things to say along with Traci. I remember that red sports bra as well. Crazy!