So it's been hard trying to think of what to write about since that last entry. Which is still there and is still a total downer, because money problems usually are a big downer.
Although it is almost $2000 less of a problem today than it was last week. Thanks, guys.
Speaking of thanks, Thursday is Thanksgiving! I know you totally almost forgot, didn't you? Well, it's a good thing you have me here to remind you.
In honor of Thanksgiving, Kev and I will be heading back to his old stomping grounds, where I will alternately bitch about being cold and threaten to steal his mother's dog. (You would too, because Oscar the Carne Asada Burrito Dog is awesome) Last year, we ended up on the road for something like 12 or 13 hours, and half of that was spent sitting in traffic, and another hour of that was spent waiting to eat at a random Coco's in the San Fernando Valley. Total. Suckage.
We decided somewhere around the 10th hour that this year (and every year that we go up there for Thanksgiving, forever and ever amen) , we would fly. So back in July, we dutifully booked our flights and hotel room and car rental (Thank you, Southwest Airlines & Hotwire.com! We still love you best!) and went about our merry way.
It did not hit me until this weekend that holy crap, we were flying out on the day before Thanksgiving. In the middle of the afternoon. On Southwest, where one has to practically have to the death cage matches to get seats together on a good day. The holiday crowds will be rabid, I'm sure. And this is not something I've ever talked about before, but traveling makes me cranky. It's like my tolerance for stupid people drops to -43. Everyone and everything annoys me, and I always end up feeling like someone has been crowding into my personal space and getting my aura all dirty or something. So yeah, not really looking forward to dealing with the crowds tomorrow, especially since Sacramento is, as I mentioned, COLD and so I must bring bulky clothes and therefore must check my luggage so we have to be there way super early.
Everyone, please think happy thoughts for Kevin. He is the one who has to deal with me in the middle of the mess. However, I have promised him porn and sex when we get up there, so he should be fine.
We're going to venture into San Francisco on Saturday (Kelly, are you going to be there?) and if all goes as planned, we'll be hanging out with a few Suspects for dinner. All that on top of getting to hang out with Missi and Samantha and Susan's Wonder Dogs of Doom. Yeah, I guess they're worth the airport headaches.
But I better not catch a cold is all I'm saying.
Although it is almost $2000 less of a problem today than it was last week. Thanks, guys.
Speaking of thanks, Thursday is Thanksgiving! I know you totally almost forgot, didn't you? Well, it's a good thing you have me here to remind you.
In honor of Thanksgiving, Kev and I will be heading back to his old stomping grounds, where I will alternately bitch about being cold and threaten to steal his mother's dog. (You would too, because Oscar the Carne Asada Burrito Dog is awesome) Last year, we ended up on the road for something like 12 or 13 hours, and half of that was spent sitting in traffic, and another hour of that was spent waiting to eat at a random Coco's in the San Fernando Valley. Total. Suckage.
We decided somewhere around the 10th hour that this year (and every year that we go up there for Thanksgiving, forever and ever amen) , we would fly. So back in July, we dutifully booked our flights and hotel room and car rental (Thank you, Southwest Airlines & Hotwire.com! We still love you best!) and went about our merry way.
It did not hit me until this weekend that holy crap, we were flying out on the day before Thanksgiving. In the middle of the afternoon. On Southwest, where one has to practically have to the death cage matches to get seats together on a good day. The holiday crowds will be rabid, I'm sure. And this is not something I've ever talked about before, but traveling makes me cranky. It's like my tolerance for stupid people drops to -43. Everyone and everything annoys me, and I always end up feeling like someone has been crowding into my personal space and getting my aura all dirty or something. So yeah, not really looking forward to dealing with the crowds tomorrow, especially since Sacramento is, as I mentioned, COLD and so I must bring bulky clothes and therefore must check my luggage so we have to be there way super early.
Everyone, please think happy thoughts for Kevin. He is the one who has to deal with me in the middle of the mess. However, I have promised him porn and sex when we get up there, so he should be fine.
We're going to venture into San Francisco on Saturday (Kelly, are you going to be there?) and if all goes as planned, we'll be hanging out with a few Suspects for dinner. All that on top of getting to hang out with Missi and Samantha and Susan's Wonder Dogs of Doom. Yeah, I guess they're worth the airport headaches.
But I better not catch a cold is all I'm saying.
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