I am going on a trip with a friend in a few days. I am nervous to death. We have been friends for years and years, but TRAVELING with a friend is waaaaaaay different than just hanging out with a friend every now and again.
I LOVE to go see new places, but I am a nervous traveler in general (I hate flying, and worrying about what to bring, and worrying about how to get places, and worrying about what to talk about, and worrying about my kitties while I am away, and fretting about how my stomach is going to react to days of restaurant food, and stressing about when/where I am going to go to the bathroom, and worrying that I will DIE on this trip and my parents will find all sorts of upsetting things when they finally get a chance to rifle through my apartment, etc.). GAH!
This friend has invited me to join her on MANY trips (kind of felt like I had go on this trip with her or ELSE), so I am finally biting the bullet and joining her on this mini vacation. This friend knows I am prone to wandering off on my own. She knows I am moody. She knows I can be fun and mellow yellow, but she also knows that I can also be a FIREBALL and hell on wheels. She knows me pretty well.
The logical part of my brain thinks everything will be fine. I am sure we'll have stuff to talk about, we'll have plenty of new and interesting places to visit, we'll meet new people, we'll eat/drink and be merry, we'll be able to do things on our own if we want to, and we'll be able to be QUIET and just chill, etc.
predominant nervous part of me worries that we will argue, or that she will drink excessively (I can't stop visualizing Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas when I worry about this), or that she will be super slutty and hook up with random dudes so that I end up spending my nights in the hallway of our hotel. GAH!
I will have fun. I know I will. But I also know that I am going to continue to stress about all of this, and that I will be SO relieved if/when things go well. FINGERS CROSSED!