The First Night of the Rest of My Life
I can’t say I’ve ever asked that a bar stool be considered a piece of luggage before, but that was exactly what I did on the Megabus up to Albany. Surprisingly, no one blinked – ever! I also had a promotional poster tucked into my garment bag carrying what I call my “princess dress”, a.k.a. a frothy coral number with plenty of sparkle and a floaty train. Not to mention, my overnight bag had one pair of PJs and then a slew of dressing room stuff – curling iron, hairspray, b