Tomorrow I’m headed to the Traverse City area with Sam. He’s staffing one of his office’s major annual conferences and I am, for the first time, an accompanying spouse.
Daisy will also be making a cameo as accompanying dog/mascot. The resort has a dog hotel on-site and we have made the perhaps rash decision to have her ride along in the rented van with all of the staff and equipment and join us for the rest of the week. All of Sam’s co-workers are really excited about this. I am slightly nervous because if something goes terribly wrong and she is miserable or gets kicked out of the dog hotel for being a brat (unlikely but not out of the question), I’ll be kind of stuck there, responsible for her, with no means of transportation to bring her home. So, um, fingers crossed.
This is my fourth trip in the last five weeks, but the first one for which I really don’t know how to pack. Conferences? Meetings? No problem. Basically I just stack the deck with all my favorite work clothes, so I wear four excellent outfits on back-to-back days, instead of spreading them out over a few weeks like I would at home. I pretty much know where I’ll be, what I’ll be doing, and who I’ll be interacting with.
This? I have no idea. By day, Daisy and I will be left to our own devices. (This is not a bad thing–I am totally content to explore on my own and really looking forward to the change of scenery. Just not sure how many costume changes might be needed to go along with it.) There might be hiking? It’s unclear to me if there is a beach. There is a spa and an “indoor aquatic playground.” By night, there are receptions hosted by various law firms, a multi-course catered dinner, and apparently an excursion to a casino (do I need to bring my own oxygen tank and visor?).
The weather could be anywhere from the 40s to the 80s. There might be a wine tasting. I pray to God there will be no golf.
I was hoping to pack just a small overnight bag, but that’s not going to happen because I have no idea what I need. So far I have packed a bathing suit, workout clothes, PJs, and several dresses. Basically I’m leaving out the whole middle of the formality spectrum and just pulling from both ends.
If this were 60 years ago I would need a tennis outfit, a cocktail dress, an evening gown, and perhaps a riding habit.
Maybe I’ll just stay in the hotel room and watch TV in my underwear until my presence is required. Actually that sounds extremely appealing. Except that Daisy is not allowed in our room.
I seem to be out of my element in the role of “wife.” Any suggestions?