nellie and i had pretty lofty plans for the first leg of our trip. we had 2 days to drive from vista to santa rosa ( an hour past san francisco ). in an effort to fill our vast multitude of time, we figured we’d make a stop in santa barbara, enjoy a great sunset, take in a movie, and eat ourselves silly. of course, i still had a number of loose ends to tie up and an 11am departure turned in to 2pm, which turned quite quickly into 5, 7, and finally 9… :16 that is. ten hours behind schedule gets an airline sued and i discovered it to warrant a pretty fat starbucks settlement in the chan home. strike 1. regardless, we were ten hours behind and it wasn’t 45 minutes before the narcoleptic in me started utilizing more than my allotment of 1 lane of traffic. strike 2. so, we landed in LA. nellie dragged my drooling, limp carcass into our back seat bed and called it a night. ideal? not really but it’s like grandpa used to say: “if you can’t catch a movie in santa barbera, might as well catch some Zs on the 405.”
Way to pull a Nik…