Super Suit

I don't enjoy traveling very much. I like being home, in my own nest, with my own things. That being said, it seems I travel a lot lately. I used to travel only for business, but now I seem to have added pleasure travel to my schedule.
I have to say that flying is not so bad. I tend to cringe at the thought of being in a car for more than twenty minutes at a time, so even with the midget sized leg room on most airplanes, the fact that I can cut travel time down to a quarter of car time makes it my number one choice.
One thing I do love about traveling is seeing new places, trying new food, and seeing/meeting new people. People are just fascinating. No matter where I go in the world, I find the same people. There are always the crazy hyper people, the annoyed people, and the people that do things that just make you shake your head and smile.
Right now I am out of town at a convention for my business. It is a company made up almost entirely of women. One could probably predict what happens when three thousand plus women get together. First of all, ALL the bathrooms are made into women's bathrooms. Chocolate is everywhere, and there are always a few women walking around with price tags hanging down their backs.
It doesn't matter where we go or who we see, we all need to buy new clothes to go. We could have a closet full of clothes we have never worn and we will still make time to get to the store to get a new outfit for a trip to see hundreds of women that we not only don't know, but will most likely not see again for a year, if ever.
The men would say we are prideful in our new clothes needs but I beg to differ. There is something about a new outfit that just makes us feel better about ourselves. New outfits are better at hiding our love handles, muffin tops, and insecurities. New clothes smooth out our faults, increase our self worth and add almost the same amount of courage as the medal gave the cowardly lion.
Its true that the 'new outfit' will become old the day we take it home, and may never be worn again because it is too flashy or fancy or scratchy, but it doesn't matter. It's like our security blanket if only for a day.
I just hope the new shirts I bought while on this trip will somehow hide all the extra fluff I have purchased at the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. Chocolate/caramel/nut covered apples.....you can't eat just one!

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