divine angst

I’m a pretty anal person when it comes to being prepared for stuff. I certainly overprepared for our trip to DC last fall, and the smoothness of that trip only reinforced my tendencies.

Well, we have another trip coming up, and this time, I find myself totally unprepared.

I don’t know why I didn’t think that a cruise to the Bahamas would require some sort of proof of citizenship—even going to Mexico, you have to have at least your birth certificate and license. Well, I have a passport, and it’s not expired, but it doesn’t have my married name on it. Shit!

We got our cruise packets last night, see, and I began flipping through them and realized that I either needed to get my passport updated in a jiffy or take half a day off and go over to the state office where I could pick up a copy of my birth certificate. Thank God I live in the state capital!

Thankfully, it seems I can bring my old passport along with a copy of our marriage license/certificate, and that will be just fine. After all, it’s just a cruise to the Bahamas. But the whole snafu reminds me that we don’t have a hotel for the night before we depart (gotta fly in a day early in case there are plane problems), we haven’t figured out our transportation from the airport area to the pier area (apparently it’s about 50 miles), and I don’t have a cocktail dress appropriate for “formal night.” (I wouldn’t worry about it, except this cruise is for a wedding, and “formal night” is, essentially, the reception. I want to look nice for all the family photos we’ll be taking.)

Argh! I probably also ought to make an appointment to get a faux tan, because I am ghostly right now. Add that to my pre-trip list.