An Excuse for Day Drinking

After being movie stars, Andrew took us to the beach the next morning. If you remember, I was on the Georgia coast just 2 weeks prior to this event. Leslie had just journeyed to Dallas from Atlanta. So, both of us made it from coast to coast in like 2 weeks. Hence, why we called this trip "Manifest Destiny!"

We counquered the oceans!

There also happened to be an aquarium at beach. So, here's me being an eel...

After the beach, we got back in Theo, my little Honda Civic, and started to head for wine country. But womp, womp!! CAR ISSUES! The check engine light had been coming on since Moab, but we'd ignored it. And now, if we tried to go above 45, the engine would sound like it was trying to fly to the moon. So, we pulled over in Santa Clarita, just outside of the city for some lunch.

Since it was Sunday and everything was closed, plus we couldn't really drive 50 mph on the interstate for 350 miles, we grudgingly decided to forego wine country and stay there for the night. It was only 2 pm, so we nursed my car to a liquor store to find ourselves some beer before going to the hotel. As we're driving up, I turn to Leslie in a panic and say, "It's Sunday!! It's gonna be closed!"

Thank God for California! We almost hugged the man. We invested in some California beer (including, Lagunitas, of course) and made our way to the hotel where we drank, watched movies, ordered pizza, and passed out at 10:30.

I suppose it's not a real road trip unless you have car issues. At the time, I would have taken the flat tire over a transmission issue. But in retrospect I find that it was a good excuse for some day drinking and to get out of the car for a few hours.