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Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather. I'm going (going) back (back) to Cali (Cali). -Notorious B.I.G, Going Back To Cali
Hey guys! I've been MIA this week because I picked up my life and moved to California!! Exciting right? Well, getting there wasn't. I don't even know where to begin..so I guess I'll start at the begining.
DAY 1:
Tallahassee-Houston. This may have been the best day of the trip. Wide open road. Packed and ready to go. Endless possibilities. Just the boyfriend, the dog and me. It took around 14 hours to get there...which was nothing to a road warrior like myself--and we got there without a hitch. I wish I could say the same for day 2.
DAY 2:
Houston-
So we had planned to go to Tuscan for the night, then drive to LA and go to the uber cool Magic Mountain (that's Six Flags in Anaheim) the next day--clearly the universe had other plans. After partaking in the tasty (and free) hotel breakfast in Houston, we set out once again on the wide open road. Five hours down the road my car starts making this weird rumbling sound...kind of like an opossum getting angry (and I only know that sound because my dog got in a fight with one last summer and was hacking up opossum bits for days...another story) then the car just stopped.
Immediately we think we've run out of oil, since the last thing we saw before my car went kamikaze was the oil light flashing. Mind you we were in the dessert in 100 degree weather and poor Gigi (the dog) in the backseat near dehydration. Lucky a cute family in a minivan rescued us when they pulled over and happened to have the exact oil we needed for the car. We put the oil in and we were on our way again--or so we thought.
About one mile down the road the car stops again. WTF!!!
Turns out the engine was blown. Needless to say, we're spending the night in Boring Boerne, TX. We end up at a LA Quinta (which was most likely the town's claim to fame) for the night. I decided that I would go put some cash into both of ours accounts so I called the town cab driver to take me to the bank (and this is what screws us). The next day we decide to put my car on the auto train to California, we rented a car, and all was good in the world--or so we thought again.
DAY 3:
Boerne,TX- Phoenix
We're on the road again in a brand-new rental. Just the boyfriend, the dog and me. Life's good again. The drive took longer than expected and after 10 Red Bulls , six cokes and a five hour energy--we finally reached Houston at five am. Being the extremely tired people (and pup) that we were, we wanted nothing more than to check into the hotel and sleep.
We get to the front desk, the guest services guy swipes my card, and--IT WAS DENIED?!!?
That can't possibly be right. I just put crap loads of cash into my account yesterday with the teller in Boring Boerne, TX. I didn't feel like the hassle so my boyfriend just forks over his card.
It was denied!!!!
What the damn is going on here?!? Long story short, the bank lost our money in TX and we ended up sleeping in the dark crevices of the hotel parking lot until the bank got it's life together (5 hours later...after many threat upon the bank's life and curses to everything the bank stood for).
DAY 4:
Phoenix-LA-Oakland
Finally back on track, we went to LA to visit a dear friend which lifted our spirits considerably from the crazy few days we just experienced and waved goodbye to Magic Mountain (because the $1,000 hotel/engine/bank/auto train fiasco kind of took away our roller coaster money). We finally rolled into The Bay (SF Bay area) around six. Needless to say, next time I need to go somewhere--I'm flying.
Peace.
1 comments:
I can't believe my comment didn't save! Well all I really said was that you probably should've shipped your belongings and flew across the country. I think it would've been the same in price, but it would've saved you time and stress!
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