Pulling an all-nighter. Only 7.5 hours until the van picks me up for the airport. I’m still packing. I’m stretching it out to keep me awake. I’m pretty excited/nervous. I know it’s gonna be an amazing trip, despite weather and whether or not I packed the right shoes.

Diana & I kind of have no idea what we’re doing but we’ll figure it out. We’re smart kids. Going to an office party the night we arrive, so we can meet all the AKQA peeps out there as well as the neighboring office who is having the party.

Anyway, just wanted to put a quick note up. I may or may not post as we go along, but I’ll try to keep photos tossed up on Flickr.

And if for some reason, I die, just know that I went out in really high spirits. Not that I’m planning to die, but just in case. I mean, I could fall down the stairs walking to the van. That’s actually the most likely scenario on how I would die going to Amsterdam. Diana could write a book, “How Amsterdam killed my friend, Mindy” and everyone would expect drugs or some heated red light district fight and then be utterly disappointed when it turns out that I didn’t even make it Amsterdam. Talk about a twist ending. Maybe I’ll write the book but make it all about a philosophical death. Too much genius for one post. See how I ramble when I’m sleepy?

Anyway, I’m pretty much skipping Thursday this week. I’ll land on Friday and therefore, be a day off in my head for the rest of the week. Crazy how that works.

Back to packing. No more rambles.