Weekend in NYC

I consider myself to be the worst packer in the world. It is always the same. Hours spent agonizing over what to wear, trying to decipher which coat and bag will go with every outfit (in this case that would be a grand total of two outfits). When I eventually have that sorted out, I usually throw in pile of accessories and three times the amount of underwear and socks than I'd ever need. Since it's winter, I fretted over scarfs, hats, and gloves. I brought two scarfs, I wore neither. Since the visit to New York was for Sean's birthday I debated what I wanted to wear out to dinner. Normally this would be a perfect reason to get dressed up, but I was stressed about snow,...