I'm freaking out just a bit. (Hey! What's new?)

I'm going on a business trip.

To IRELAND.

I have less than two weeks till I leave and I found out for sure that I was going last week.

I've never been on a plane, and have only been out of the country twice, mission trips to Mexico, and it didn't seem to be that big of a deal. Back then.

But I have to pack for two weeks, and look professional, as I'm usually professional-lite and have warm weather clothes as it was SNOWING there today...yesterday...damn time difference.

And did I mention that I'll be there for Saint Patrick's Day? Because I will be. And the person taking care of the trip planning has relocated me to just outside Dublin for that weekend. I don't know if that's really, really cool, or if I'm freaked the frack out. The boy-face is not happy with me being there.

And the tension/excitement/nervousness is making the sleeping tons of fun, in the way that it's not happening easily.

I'm sure everything will be fine and I'll have fun and it will work out dandy. And this is an amazing opportunity and I'm really, truly honored.

I just feel so damn unprepared.