A Tale of Two Packing Lists

NoAngel writes:

Okay, so tis the night before the Glamazing Race, and all through my house, not a creature is stirring, because the only silverware I own is a spork, and the only thing I can cook up is a tall tale. As I pack my suitcase for the epic road trip, I think about how the contents of my luggage may differ just a bit from that of a certain Mr. Lambert...

Adam: Studded codpiece
NoAngel: Cod liver oil (Mmmm, just like Momma made ya take)

Adam: A wide assortment of rockstar t-shirts
NoAngel: A sad assortment of faded concert t-shirts from bands that would have been lucky to have one hit.

Adam: iPhone filled with his favorite tunes, and the phone numbers of the kewl-est of the kewl kids
NoAngel: iPhone filled with Adam's favorite tunes (yeah, shut up and don't pretend you'd ever heard of Sia before he tweeted about her!), and the phone numbers of people I've never met, with weird names like @IHeartAdamMoreThanU

Adam: Baseball caps, blonde wigs, and fugly sunglasses for disguising himself from adoring fans
NoAngel: Has come to terms with the fact that no one gives a fuck who I am

Adam: Exotic leather boots and fingerless gloves
NoAngel: Gloveless fingers and vegan sandals

Adam: Red Bull
NoAngel: A high tolerance for bullshit. Very necessary when travelling with AnthrogeekPF.

Adam: A wardrobe trunk filled with glittery, glam costumes
NoAngel: Has cleared out my car trunk to make room for passengers who become too annoying. See above. My tolerance does have its limits.

Adam: A loving, loyal Glamily of eccentric freaks
NoAngel: A couple of eccentric freaks (the aforementioned AnthrogeekPF, and the lovely SusieFierce), and assorted misfits who will soon be closer than family. If we don't kill each other, we'll bond over the craziest, most unlikely road trip EVAH!

Wouldn't miss it for the world!