California Trip
I never really finished writing much about this, did I? Hmm. . . I'll have to amend that now. Sunday morning, 4:15 a.m. I slept over Paul and Sarah's. If you can call it sleeping. I had a bit too much to drink Saturday night. One of those "hm, I'm pretty sure those bruises are from drunken karate pratice with Joe, but they could just as easily have been self inflicted" sort of nights. Did I mention I was very nervous about flying? So you'll have to excuse the alcoholism. Yes, you will! Okay then... I meant to wake up at about 4 and be out of there and showered and stuff by 4:20/4:30. I woke up at 4:15, as stated above. So that was fun. I kissed Paul and Sarah goodbye (yea, we're weird like that) and then ran out the door with my bags and got in my car to drive to my coworker's house. I had directions but of course that means nothing . I got lost of course. So even though I had been running late and was actually going to make it on time, I was then abou...