All My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready To Go...

OR

Ahhhh Joni. I bet when your bags are packed you knew where you were heading. Me? Not so much. Jon's taking me away for the weekend (well tonight and tomorrow, we head home early Sunday morning so I can *gasp* study) and he won't tell me where.

I'm VERY excited and could definitely use a break and a getaway, but at the same time, Jon's not the bestest at planning. Now, my expectation bar is a little high in this area because I am the worlds most amazing trip planner. AND I love surprising people so I have taken Jon on a number of amazing surprise vacations. Once I made him get up at 4AM so he would sleep in the car the whoooooole way up to Napa. He woke up in San Francisco and was SO confused! I've planned trips for us to San Diego, Los Angeles, Santa Barbara - all surprises. And when the trips aren't surprises I'm even better! New York, Mexico, Europe, the South Pacific, I know what to do and when to do it.

Jon on the other hand, is incredibly sweet, but not so good with either surprises or trip planning. The first time he tried to "surprise" me with a trip to Vegas I guessed in about two minutes. And then there was the anniversary where he told me he was "taking me away" to Laguna Beach.....you know about 15 miles from home...........

The one exception is our engagement/my 24th birthday where he managed to surprise me with an amazing trip to Catalina Island. I mean, he REALLY outdid himself, it was one of the most perfect trips of all times. Remind me to tell you about it someday.

I'm trying not to get my hopes up that we're going anywhere amazing and he hasn't done much to allay my fears. Right now it is entirely possible that we're heading up to his parents, since he refused to tell me we weren't.

No matter what I should have some great stories on Sunday, and Jon has a non-stop chorus of "Are we there yet?" to look forward to. I hope its a long drive.