I’ll write a “Thoughts from San Diego” later, but I just wanted to say that I’ve arrived.
What? You didnt know I was coming here? I’m sure I mentioned it at some point… oh yeah, I did. Ha, I knew I’d let you guys know.
Anyway, so Dollar Car Rental sucks ass. Not only did they give my reservation away, but when we got there, there was no place to stand, there was no place to sit, folks were standing around all over the lot, no one knew what was going on. We even got yelled at. M and I hopped a cab and hightailed it to the hotel before we starting getting into trouble. Once there, we found another car rental company… and they gave us the biggest car I have ever driven, ever.
I drove a Durango in college for a couple of field trips, but I felt like I was going to kill us all. I drove this behemoth to the convention center, and almost had a fucking panic attack. From now on, M is driving.
On our way back to the hotel we stopped off at an In-n-Out Burger (which is awesome) and an Orange Julius because I knew I had to have an Orange Julius from the motherland. It was awesome. I also found out that this month is Brownie Batter Blizzard Blast month at DQ. I will be needing at least one of those before the 1st of August.
In other news… yeah. I’m exhausted. But I think I should stay awake until, at least, 7:30. Or 7. Or at least 6:30. Yeah. Definitely at least 6.