Alarm sounds. Where the hell is our iPhone?! Snooze. Why the hell did we get drunk at Bassnectar knowing we had a flight to catch. Granted it is a noon flight but we know what kind of morning person we are. Lets go! The bags are in the location we remember leaving them. Walmart bag full of fresh undergarments are also in the same vicinity. Bathroom time. Brush hair brush teeth…. Not necessarily in that order. Jeans from last night with keys and wallet already in pocket, perfect. Now where’s that damn iPhone again?! Check the Facebook, twitter and new likes on the Instagram. Dont forget the faded navy blue backpack containing our prized possession that is the MacBook laced with a snazzy MTSU blue key cover and case. Out the door we go. House locked tight. The drive to the airport….