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This weekend was...eventful.
On Saturday I was proposed by Shelby to go to California the next day to see the ocean. I said sure, whatever.
Sunday
I go to work at 10 like I planned, and thank god that Jannessa (the manager I usually work with) wasn't there because I was seriously getting sick of working with her. It's so excruciatingly slow that I get cut at 1 and head out.
Now, Shelby had planned on coming to my restaurant when I got off (supposedly at two) and we would get lunch and go. But since I got off early, I had to find her.
There were phone issues. I would call her and she wouldn't get any off the calls. She would call me and it would go straight to voicemail. Luckily I had facebook on my phone and I let her know that I was out of work and we finally managed to connect via phone.
Met up at Coffee Bean, where she had a puppy named Pico with her. Pico is a two month old black lab puppy who had her back leg kicked in. She's soooo sweet though. The story is not about Pico, however. So we moved Shelby’s shit into my car, she drives, we drop Pico off at the shelter where Shelby used to work (as of Monday), stop for gas and cigarettes and cigars (because we are EPIC) and headed off! WITHOUT A MAP BITCHES THAT'S HOW AWESOME WE ARE AND HOW MUCH WE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT GETTING LOST!
What the fuck did I eat for lunch...where did we even go...? I can't remember, it must not have been important. THAT'S RIGHT WE HAD PIZZA.
Anyways, we drive on. I have this special pencil in my car that lets you draw on mirrors or glass or whatnot, so inside jokes started being written on the windows of my car.
Including:
"You killed Kesha!"
"You BASTARD!"
"The rain gods look angry."
"I'm advanced like a tiger."
Also, that Thursday, a rock hit my windshield and now there's this crack in it. So I was measuring how long it was getting as we drove.
It's windy and cold as hell and we're just like - what the hell? - because we're from Arizona where there is no such thing as cold.
hot border patrol man. check.
hot black police officer. check.
Shelby turning down a one-way street into oncoming traffic and almost killing us. check.
We get to San Diego in five hours (it usually takes 6, we're just awesome like that), get off the 8 and get lost somewhere in Mission Bay. We can see the bridge to Coronado, but we CANNOT GET THERE. We call Corey, he gets us more lost. So finally it's 10 o'clock and we're starving, so we say - what the hell - and pull into the parking lot of the nearest McDonalds.
btw. I fucking hate one-way streets. There are FEW in Arizona at best and they're all conveniently in one spot. Downtown.
Nice man at McDonalds tells us how to get to Coronado, and then we see two girls in Prom Dresses walk in.
"Excitement just exploded all over my face." - Shelby
Get on the 5, exit to Coronado, stop and buy booze, find the Del, park next to the beach, get out, smoke and drink and play in the surf.
We then proceeded to stalk around the Del for a good hour before deciding it was sleepy time.
You may be asking yourselves now, where did you sleep Olivia?
My car. because this was spur of the moment and we didn't want to spend the money.
Monday
Sleeping in my car, and get woken up at 2:30 in the morning by a police officer with an epic grey mustache.
"I'm an Atheist...ma'am's" - Olivia
he tells us we can't sleep there (takes our licenses and my car registration, like we're murderer's from Scottsdale asleep outside the Del...right.), so Shelby takes us to the other side of the island and there we sleep.
Wake up at 7:30, go to Starbucks because Shelby needed to do something online for the zoo.
FOUR HOURS LATER I AM SLOWLY DRIVING MYSELF INSANE, when Shelby finishes. We go to Point Loma and eat seafood, drive down to La Jolla and go to the zoo, troll around by the beach until the tide starts to come in and we get completely sick of trying to get the Bic to catch.
Spend an hour trying to find Old Town, finally do and eat delicious Mexican food and a margarita. Silly and cold, we go back to Coronado and troll around the Del until finally going back to our side of the island to sleep.
TODAY
Get up at 5:30, go to the Del, look at the tide pools, try and find breakfast but there are ONLY DENNY'S EVERYWHERE so we decided to find something on the road. Get to Yuma in TWO HOURS WHAT!? and eat at iHop.
More driving...
and here we are.
god. damn.
I'm sure more things happened, but this took half an hour to write so I'm going to stop there.
On Saturday I was proposed by Shelby to go to California the next day to see the ocean. I said sure, whatever.
Sunday
I go to work at 10 like I planned, and thank god that Jannessa (the manager I usually work with) wasn't there because I was seriously getting sick of working with her. It's so excruciatingly slow that I get cut at 1 and head out.
Now, Shelby had planned on coming to my restaurant when I got off (supposedly at two) and we would get lunch and go. But since I got off early, I had to find her.
There were phone issues. I would call her and she wouldn't get any off the calls. She would call me and it would go straight to voicemail. Luckily I had facebook on my phone and I let her know that I was out of work and we finally managed to connect via phone.
Met up at Coffee Bean, where she had a puppy named Pico with her. Pico is a two month old black lab puppy who had her back leg kicked in. She's soooo sweet though. The story is not about Pico, however. So we moved Shelby’s shit into my car, she drives, we drop Pico off at the shelter where Shelby used to work (as of Monday), stop for gas and cigarettes and cigars (because we are EPIC) and headed off! WITHOUT A MAP BITCHES THAT'S HOW AWESOME WE ARE AND HOW MUCH WE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT GETTING LOST!
What the fuck did I eat for lunch...where did we even go...? I can't remember, it must not have been important. THAT'S RIGHT WE HAD PIZZA.
Anyways, we drive on. I have this special pencil in my car that lets you draw on mirrors or glass or whatnot, so inside jokes started being written on the windows of my car.
Including:
"You killed Kesha!"
"You BASTARD!"
"The rain gods look angry."
"I'm advanced like a tiger."
Also, that Thursday, a rock hit my windshield and now there's this crack in it. So I was measuring how long it was getting as we drove.
It's windy and cold as hell and we're just like - what the hell? - because we're from Arizona where there is no such thing as cold.
hot border patrol man. check.
hot black police officer. check.
Shelby turning down a one-way street into oncoming traffic and almost killing us. check.
We get to San Diego in five hours (it usually takes 6, we're just awesome like that), get off the 8 and get lost somewhere in Mission Bay. We can see the bridge to Coronado, but we CANNOT GET THERE. We call Corey, he gets us more lost. So finally it's 10 o'clock and we're starving, so we say - what the hell - and pull into the parking lot of the nearest McDonalds.
btw. I fucking hate one-way streets. There are FEW in Arizona at best and they're all conveniently in one spot. Downtown.
Nice man at McDonalds tells us how to get to Coronado, and then we see two girls in Prom Dresses walk in.
"Excitement just exploded all over my face." - Shelby
Get on the 5, exit to Coronado, stop and buy booze, find the Del, park next to the beach, get out, smoke and drink and play in the surf.
We then proceeded to stalk around the Del for a good hour before deciding it was sleepy time.
You may be asking yourselves now, where did you sleep Olivia?
My car. because this was spur of the moment and we didn't want to spend the money.
Monday
Sleeping in my car, and get woken up at 2:30 in the morning by a police officer with an epic grey mustache.
"I'm an Atheist...ma'am's" - Olivia
he tells us we can't sleep there (takes our licenses and my car registration, like we're murderer's from Scottsdale asleep outside the Del...right.), so Shelby takes us to the other side of the island and there we sleep.
Wake up at 7:30, go to Starbucks because Shelby needed to do something online for the zoo.
FOUR HOURS LATER I AM SLOWLY DRIVING MYSELF INSANE, when Shelby finishes. We go to Point Loma and eat seafood, drive down to La Jolla and go to the zoo, troll around by the beach until the tide starts to come in and we get completely sick of trying to get the Bic to catch.
Spend an hour trying to find Old Town, finally do and eat delicious Mexican food and a margarita. Silly and cold, we go back to Coronado and troll around the Del until finally going back to our side of the island to sleep.
TODAY
Get up at 5:30, go to the Del, look at the tide pools, try and find breakfast but there are ONLY DENNY'S EVERYWHERE so we decided to find something on the road. Get to Yuma in TWO HOURS WHAT!? and eat at iHop.
More driving...
and here we are.
god. damn.
I'm sure more things happened, but this took half an hour to write so I'm going to stop there.