Ashley requested that I start here. I guess it sets the tone and gets us started.
This was to be my first trip to WDW without any family members. It was a girls only trip. This idea of this trip came about through a group of us who traveled to WDW way back in 2011. For all of us, our 2011 trip were all about our families. We cross checked dates and some were able to meet up and spend time with each other. This helped to cement our friendship and we all hoped to make a trip with just us at some point. Slowly things happened and it dwindled down to just a few of us who would be going. Planning can be a challenge when there are so many great minds trying to concoct a plan. And for this reason, I didn't necessarily "get into" my normal planning mode.
That normal mode would have me with a count down calendar. It would have me with an itinerary book ready to go. It would also have me with a good idea of what I would be packing (although truthfully, this is never the easiest aspect of my pretrip activities)
So I completed as much work as I could in the days before my flight and left EVERYTHING else to the night before. At least I had my laundry done which gave me options.

Maybe options wasn't such a good idea.
I had one checked bag I would be bringing as well as one carry-on and one personal bag.
As I started to pack my checked case... I realized I had a problem. It was nearly full and I didn't even have any clothing it in yet.

Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of "essential" items. I mean, a girl needs shoes right? Add in that I needed all my running gear. Well, I just felt very overwhelmed by how little space I was leaving myself for clothing.
As I sat back and looked at the case almost in a completely defeated manner, Steve decided he would help. He took everything out and started to go through it. There was much discussion of "do you need this" and "I really think you can live with out that". In the end he got to the same point and didn't know what to do either.
During points in this struggle, Ashley would text and ask how it was going. She knew that I was overwhelmed. She helped to calm me. I got Steve to leave me alone (since he only added to my frustration by telling me I couldn't bring everything) and I began packing. Seriously and strategically placing what I could in each of the pieces of luggage I was brining.
Soon it was all in each bag. Steve walked in and told me I would never be able to zip the cases. With minimal effort I was able to zip them just fine. He then told me they would split open during the flight. He urged me to take some of it out.

I didn't listen to him. I knew I had not had to "force" them closed and felt pretty good about how I had everything packed. I did have Steve weigh the one that would be checked and while it was maybe closer than I would have liked, it was under the limit.
I can't tell you how long this process took. I know it was approaching a late enough hour that I worried about getting up the next morning. I bet Ashley will know. She is young after all and has a much better memory than I (who is older) have. I suspect this will be a theme in this report. Ashley will remember where I have NO clue.
