okay, so I know I haven't been around and I would like to apologize to my 6 readers out there. I'm sorry. I know you are all waiting patiently for part four of My Most Recent Adventure series. However, motivation for me to write about that is at a bare minimum. You see, being the procrastinator that I am, I have forgotten most of what happened on that trip, and I feel that the rest of my story would not be that interesting to all of you. I also have no desire to try and remember what happened on those last three days.
Please, don't be angry with me. Over the last 2 weeks that I have lived in Daly city I have worked more hours than I have worked in a long time. I've been tired, I've been achy, and most unfortunately I have neglected this blog. I know that for most of you it is the highlight of your day, and I feel terrible for not updating since the fourteenth. I would also like to mention that I would have twittered, but every time I try my browser shuts down.
Stupid twitter.
Anyway, lets get you up to date on my current life in a strange new world.
Living in Daly City is nice. I've found my way to the bank, and the grocery store. So I know how to get to those two places pretty well. I could even tell you the names of a few streets. Impressive I know. I also know how to get to and from work.
I work on Fishermans Wharf. It's kind of a new adventure everyday. I never know who I might almost run over because tourists don't pay attention to cars or street lights. After all, they are pedestrians and they are more important than us simple folk driving. I also never know when a bus might almost hit me because they don't pay attention to oncoming traffic. I mean why should they, they are bigger and can do a lot more damage to us then we can do to them. Plus, they are working, which means where ever they need to go is far more important than anybody elses safety, let alone where they are going.
Did I mention I work about 8 miles from where I live. Well I do. Now I want you to think about how long it would take you to get 8 miles from where you live. It doesn't matter where, just so long as it's 8 miles away.
Are you thinking about it?
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Was that long enough or do you need more time? Feel free to go for an eight mile drive if you need to, this post will still be here when you get back. I'll give you a little more time though. Just in case. I wouldn't want you to not take this seriously.
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Okay, now that you've thought about it, I will tell you how long it takes me to get to and from work. When I work at 11:30 am, I leave at 10:30 am. Getting there is a little faster than leaving, but still, it normally takes me 30 to 45 minutes. When I get off it takes me an hour to an hour and a half, and that's using the quick route.
It's a little ridiculous.
I know a lot of this sounds like complaining, or that maybe I don't like it here, but that's not true. I like it very much. In fact, I kind of enjoy the drive to work. When I wake up I think "ahhh, I have to work . . . but wait . . . I get a nice long relaxing drive first!" I know what you're thinking. . . "but you just said you get cut off all the time and almost demolished by busses?" Well, you're right, I did say that, but the greatest thing about the long drive to work is this. . . I can only get there as fast as I can get there. Maybe someday I won't wake up on time and show up to work half an hour late. "Why are you late?" my boss will say . . . "well, sir, I left an hour early, but the traffic was insane!" Next thing you know he feels bad for me, because I just waited in an hour and a half of traffic . . . or at least that's what he believes. (insert evil laugh here . . . you know the one, it kind of goes like this MUAHAUHAHAHA. . . and so on and so on.)
Now you are jealous of my long drive to work aren't you? It's okay, maybe someday you will be lucky enough to work an hour away that is only 8 miles.
The drive home is another story though. The drive home sucks. My back often hurts in an excrutiating kind of way after eight hours of looking down (which is basically what I do). I'm usually hungry because I haven't eaten all day, and sometimes I have to pee. I try to make the best of it though. I keep a tennis ball in my car to massage my back while I'm driving. I deal with the hunger by thinking of nauseating smells, and having to pee helps keep me awake.
All in all things are going pretty well for me right now. Constantly working helps me save money. I've only bought gas once in the last two weeks because I only work 8 miles away. Plus when I get home, I get to hang out with my cool roommates. I think the best part so far though, would have to be the weather. I love it when it's overcast. And it's almost always foggy and overcast here. It's great!
Lastly I would like to acknowledge a typo in my last post. I would go back and change it, but the likeliness of you reading it again and realizing that I changed it is probably slim to none. So here it is . . . I mispelled there, well actually I just used the wrong form of there (their, they're). I typed there, but it should have been their. I am extremely embarrassed as well as disappointed in myself from this mistake. I don't even want to get into how much I've let my mother down. So just know, that I eventually saw it, and realized what I had done wrong. I read each of my posts like eight times, but typos aren't always caught before publishing occurs. I hope you can forgive me, and have faith that I will try my best to not let you down again.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
My move to Daly City
I'd like to take a break from my most recent adventure series to talk about my actual most recent adventure which was moving from San Diego to the Bay area.
I decided I was going to move here about 2 months ago. My friend Anna lives here, and I wanted to get out of Southern California and start a new adventure. Basically I made a huge decision as if it were no big deal, but life is all about taking risks right?
On Sunday I left San Diego and went to Ventura for a few days. Anna and her boy toy Bo were going to be in Ventura on Tuesday with a truck to help me take all my stuff. My dad had already come to San Diego the saturday prior to take all the stuff I couldn't fit in my car. It was a big help. My sister didn't want my stuff in her garage anymore so my dad was kind of a life saver.
On Tuesday we loaded everything into the rental truck and started our long journey towards Daly city. We had to make a few stops first though. You know, make our rounds at all the In N Outs. By the time we actually left it was about 4 o'clock.
The drive was long, really long. I kind of wanted to kill myself by the fifth hour. On the way we had to stop in Santa Cruz to pick up some of Anna's things that were stored in her cousins garage for a reason that isn't really worth telling you about. As it turns out her cousin lives in a house that's up a narrow windy road, with no street lights to help you see addresses. We spent about half an hour looking for the damn place. When we finally got there her cousin wasn't home. Luckily they hadn't locked there doors.
I'm guessing when her cousin got home that night it was a goldie locks type situation. You know . . . someones been sitting in my chair . . . someones been using my computer . . . etcetera etcetera.
Anna searched the house for her things with no success. She concluded that it must be in the garage. Now all she had to do was find that garage. It wasn't attached to the house, and it was pretty much pitch black outside. She finally found it and her and Bo went in with hesitation. They described the experience to me by comparing it to a scary movie. They heard noises and it took them a minute to find the light. They were sure that any minute someone was going to jump out at them with a knife.
Luckily that wasn't the case and they found her things! We carefully loaded it into the truck and got the hell out of there. We were on the final stretch of our journey and I couldn't get there fast enough. My back hurt, I was tired, hungry, and grumpy.
After what seemed like an eternity we arrived. Our apartment is at the top of a hill. the view is pretty much spectacular on a clear day. We are also on the top floor, but luckily no one is beneath us, it is just the garages. So we can make as much noise as we want! Sort of.
All we had to do now was unload everything. It's weird how you can think you don't have much stuff until you have to carry all of it up a flight of stairs. It took me about 6 trips. When I was finally done I was exhausted, but I was also hungry, so instead of going to bed, I ate 2 corn dogs. They were delicious.
Then I went to bed. End of story.
I decided I was going to move here about 2 months ago. My friend Anna lives here, and I wanted to get out of Southern California and start a new adventure. Basically I made a huge decision as if it were no big deal, but life is all about taking risks right?
On Sunday I left San Diego and went to Ventura for a few days. Anna and her boy toy Bo were going to be in Ventura on Tuesday with a truck to help me take all my stuff. My dad had already come to San Diego the saturday prior to take all the stuff I couldn't fit in my car. It was a big help. My sister didn't want my stuff in her garage anymore so my dad was kind of a life saver.
On Tuesday we loaded everything into the rental truck and started our long journey towards Daly city. We had to make a few stops first though. You know, make our rounds at all the In N Outs. By the time we actually left it was about 4 o'clock.
The drive was long, really long. I kind of wanted to kill myself by the fifth hour. On the way we had to stop in Santa Cruz to pick up some of Anna's things that were stored in her cousins garage for a reason that isn't really worth telling you about. As it turns out her cousin lives in a house that's up a narrow windy road, with no street lights to help you see addresses. We spent about half an hour looking for the damn place. When we finally got there her cousin wasn't home. Luckily they hadn't locked there doors.
I'm guessing when her cousin got home that night it was a goldie locks type situation. You know . . . someones been sitting in my chair . . . someones been using my computer . . . etcetera etcetera.
Anna searched the house for her things with no success. She concluded that it must be in the garage. Now all she had to do was find that garage. It wasn't attached to the house, and it was pretty much pitch black outside. She finally found it and her and Bo went in with hesitation. They described the experience to me by comparing it to a scary movie. They heard noises and it took them a minute to find the light. They were sure that any minute someone was going to jump out at them with a knife.
Luckily that wasn't the case and they found her things! We carefully loaded it into the truck and got the hell out of there. We were on the final stretch of our journey and I couldn't get there fast enough. My back hurt, I was tired, hungry, and grumpy.
After what seemed like an eternity we arrived. Our apartment is at the top of a hill. the view is pretty much spectacular on a clear day. We are also on the top floor, but luckily no one is beneath us, it is just the garages. So we can make as much noise as we want! Sort of.
All we had to do now was unload everything. It's weird how you can think you don't have much stuff until you have to carry all of it up a flight of stairs. It took me about 6 trips. When I was finally done I was exhausted, but I was also hungry, so instead of going to bed, I ate 2 corn dogs. They were delicious.
Then I went to bed. End of story.
Monday, August 11, 2008
My most recent adventure part 3
Before I begin, I would like to send a special shout out to my father for helping me move a lot of my stuff from San Diego to Ventura. I would also like to acknowledge my friends mother in Santa Paula (you know who you are) for being one of my most loyal readers of which I am not related by blood. Without her nagging this post would not be done yet. Okay, lets get started.
I have decided to assign names to all the people involved in My most recent adventure. These will not be their actual names of course.
Name Key:
brother : Don
sister: Sandy
brother's girlfriend: Taren
Mother: Mom
Father: Dad
sister # 2 (who has not been introduced yet, but will be soon) Alyssa
sister # 2's husband ( also not yet introduced) Beau . . . not to be confused with Bo, a friend from an earlier post.
Grandpa : Grandpa
Okay, so lets get started. Last time on My most recent adventure I had just barfed into a plastic bag from K-Mart. Good thing I hadn't decided to go green and skip the bag! We were on our way to have dinner with Taren's parents. My dad offered to take me back to the hotel, but I didn't want to be rude so I toughed it out. I knew the Excedrine Migraine would start working in 15 minutes (at least according to their commercials), so I just had to make it that long.
When we arrived, everyone else was already there. I guess none of them had to stop at K-Mart, nor did they barf along the way. We were eating at a place called Famous Daves. I would tell you if it was good or not, but I didn't eat anything. I would have, but I was afraid I would have to see it again . . . if you know what I mean.
The dinner was lovely, there were no awkward pauses, or offensive comments made on accident. I, of course, made a few sarcastic comments (which sort of goes without saying), but Taren would quickly assure her parents that they were just jokes. We stayed there talking for quite sometime before we realized that we were the last ones in the restaurant and all the people working there were glaring at us to get the hell out so they could go home.
But we weren't ready to let the night end. After all, we were having such a great time. So we all decided to take a walk around Downtown Naperville. The walk didn't last long, apparently downtown Naperville is really just a block of Bars and restaurants, as well as a construction site. It was a nice walk though, and the night with 2 completely different families seemed to go off without a hitch.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the Excedrine Migraine had done it's job, and I felt great the rest of that night!
After our exciting night with Taren's family, we all went to our seperate hotels. We had to get some sleep before our long drive to Carmel Indiana the next day.
I slept like a baby that night . . . literally . . . thumb in my mouth, blankie by my nose, and crying every couple hours. Okay, that's not true at all, but I did sleep really well.
The next morning I awoke to the phone ringing at 7:30 am. It was our wake up call. I really didn't want to get out of bed right then so I laid there for another half an hour going in and out of sleep. My sister Sandy didn't get out of bed either, but that's nothing out of the ordinary.
For fear of being late, I forced myself to get out of bed and take a shower. Taren and Don said they were going to try and be there at 9:30. It doesn't take me that long to get ready, but I prefer to let my hair dry for about an hour before I slather it with gel and hairspray. Also, I needed to get my redbull (which luckily they sold in the lobby). I knew if I waited and drank it in the car, I would have to pee real bad an hour into the 3 and 1/2 hour drive. I didn't want to be the one to make us stop.
Taren and Don were late as usual. Taren's the type that will never be on time. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she was late to her own wedding ( don't let this example confuse you, Taren and Don are not engaged, and they don't want to be bothered about it either so just leave them alone!) . Anyway, by the time we left it was already 10:15. However, because we were going to Indiana it was actually 11:15. We needed to be there by 3 o'clock so everyone could shower and get ready for my cousins wedding at 6pm. Did I mention that was the whole point of this trip. Well, it was.
I would like to take the time to mention that my cousin who was getting married that day is a year younger than me. It is important that you know I am not bitter about the fact that she got married before me as well as finished school before me. None of this matters in the big picture because when it comes right down to it, our grandpa will always like me better. In fact, I'm sort of his hero. Now, back to the story . . .
After 3 and 1/2 hours of drivng, we had arrived. Carmel Indiana is the kind of place people dream about . . . beautiful houses with white picket fences, and beautiful green lawns. However, the dream quickly turns into a nightmare when you realize you are in Indiana, and the most exciting city is equivilent to . . . well, a really boring city. I would only recommend visiting this state as a means to get to another state close by, but if you can avoid driving through it, you should.
My parents, my other sister (Alyssa), and her husband (Beau) were already there. Unfortunately, Beau had aquired food poisening from some sort of Mexican food the night before. He felt terrible and was in his hotel room sleeping . . . or possibly puking. My parents and Alyssa were in the lobby eating lunch. Sandy checked us into the hotel and we went up to our room to get ready. We had two rooms. I was in the one with Alyssa and Beau, and Sandy was in the one with Don and Taren.
I had to get ready in the room with Don, Taren, and Sandy so I wouldn't disturb Beau. Time was dwindeling, but I was of course, the first to be ready. After all, it doesn't take much to make me look beautiful. I wore a black dress that belonged to my sister Alyssa. I'm not going to lie, I looked pretty hot. My sisters insisted on doing my hair, but we ran out of time, so I just did it myself. I think it looked great . . . although others would probably disagree.
When we were all ready we looked pretty sharp! My sister Sandy looked a little shocking though. Let's just say you could see a little too much of her upper body. It was a dress appropriate for working at an "escort" service.
At 5:15 we headed for the wedding. It was a beautiful day for getting married outside.
Stay tuned to hear about a wild wedding, a terrifying drive back to Chicago, and a crazy thunderstorm.
I have decided to assign names to all the people involved in My most recent adventure. These will not be their actual names of course.
Name Key:
brother : Don
sister: Sandy
brother's girlfriend: Taren
Mother: Mom
Father: Dad
sister # 2 (who has not been introduced yet, but will be soon) Alyssa
sister # 2's husband ( also not yet introduced) Beau . . . not to be confused with Bo, a friend from an earlier post.
Grandpa : Grandpa
Okay, so lets get started. Last time on My most recent adventure I had just barfed into a plastic bag from K-Mart. Good thing I hadn't decided to go green and skip the bag! We were on our way to have dinner with Taren's parents. My dad offered to take me back to the hotel, but I didn't want to be rude so I toughed it out. I knew the Excedrine Migraine would start working in 15 minutes (at least according to their commercials), so I just had to make it that long.
When we arrived, everyone else was already there. I guess none of them had to stop at K-Mart, nor did they barf along the way. We were eating at a place called Famous Daves. I would tell you if it was good or not, but I didn't eat anything. I would have, but I was afraid I would have to see it again . . . if you know what I mean.
The dinner was lovely, there were no awkward pauses, or offensive comments made on accident. I, of course, made a few sarcastic comments (which sort of goes without saying), but Taren would quickly assure her parents that they were just jokes. We stayed there talking for quite sometime before we realized that we were the last ones in the restaurant and all the people working there were glaring at us to get the hell out so they could go home.
But we weren't ready to let the night end. After all, we were having such a great time. So we all decided to take a walk around Downtown Naperville. The walk didn't last long, apparently downtown Naperville is really just a block of Bars and restaurants, as well as a construction site. It was a nice walk though, and the night with 2 completely different families seemed to go off without a hitch.
Oh, I forgot to mention that the Excedrine Migraine had done it's job, and I felt great the rest of that night!
After our exciting night with Taren's family, we all went to our seperate hotels. We had to get some sleep before our long drive to Carmel Indiana the next day.
I slept like a baby that night . . . literally . . . thumb in my mouth, blankie by my nose, and crying every couple hours. Okay, that's not true at all, but I did sleep really well.
The next morning I awoke to the phone ringing at 7:30 am. It was our wake up call. I really didn't want to get out of bed right then so I laid there for another half an hour going in and out of sleep. My sister Sandy didn't get out of bed either, but that's nothing out of the ordinary.
For fear of being late, I forced myself to get out of bed and take a shower. Taren and Don said they were going to try and be there at 9:30. It doesn't take me that long to get ready, but I prefer to let my hair dry for about an hour before I slather it with gel and hairspray. Also, I needed to get my redbull (which luckily they sold in the lobby). I knew if I waited and drank it in the car, I would have to pee real bad an hour into the 3 and 1/2 hour drive. I didn't want to be the one to make us stop.
Taren and Don were late as usual. Taren's the type that will never be on time. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she was late to her own wedding ( don't let this example confuse you, Taren and Don are not engaged, and they don't want to be bothered about it either so just leave them alone!) . Anyway, by the time we left it was already 10:15. However, because we were going to Indiana it was actually 11:15. We needed to be there by 3 o'clock so everyone could shower and get ready for my cousins wedding at 6pm. Did I mention that was the whole point of this trip. Well, it was.
I would like to take the time to mention that my cousin who was getting married that day is a year younger than me. It is important that you know I am not bitter about the fact that she got married before me as well as finished school before me. None of this matters in the big picture because when it comes right down to it, our grandpa will always like me better. In fact, I'm sort of his hero. Now, back to the story . . .
After 3 and 1/2 hours of drivng, we had arrived. Carmel Indiana is the kind of place people dream about . . . beautiful houses with white picket fences, and beautiful green lawns. However, the dream quickly turns into a nightmare when you realize you are in Indiana, and the most exciting city is equivilent to . . . well, a really boring city. I would only recommend visiting this state as a means to get to another state close by, but if you can avoid driving through it, you should.
My parents, my other sister (Alyssa), and her husband (Beau) were already there. Unfortunately, Beau had aquired food poisening from some sort of Mexican food the night before. He felt terrible and was in his hotel room sleeping . . . or possibly puking. My parents and Alyssa were in the lobby eating lunch. Sandy checked us into the hotel and we went up to our room to get ready. We had two rooms. I was in the one with Alyssa and Beau, and Sandy was in the one with Don and Taren.
I had to get ready in the room with Don, Taren, and Sandy so I wouldn't disturb Beau. Time was dwindeling, but I was of course, the first to be ready. After all, it doesn't take much to make me look beautiful. I wore a black dress that belonged to my sister Alyssa. I'm not going to lie, I looked pretty hot. My sisters insisted on doing my hair, but we ran out of time, so I just did it myself. I think it looked great . . . although others would probably disagree.
When we were all ready we looked pretty sharp! My sister Sandy looked a little shocking though. Let's just say you could see a little too much of her upper body. It was a dress appropriate for working at an "escort" service.
At 5:15 we headed for the wedding. It was a beautiful day for getting married outside.
Stay tuned to hear about a wild wedding, a terrifying drive back to Chicago, and a crazy thunderstorm.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
My most recent adventure part 2
When we last left off I was falling asleep on my brothers couch, it was almost as good as staying in a 1 star hotel! I woke up feeling sore and the opposite of well rested, but at least I didn't have to sleep in an underground parking garage like many Chicago natives do.
It's Friday now, and the beginning of my second full day in Illinois. I didn't know it then, but my decision to not buy a redbull that morning would have serious repercussions later that day.
My brother had the day off so we had plans, BIG plans! After we all showered. . . which took forever . . . we headed for Michigan avenue, the hippest place to be in Chicago. If you've never been there, well then, you haven't truly lived! Okay, it's not that great, but it is the talk of the town!
It was a hot muggy day and after about 5 minutes of walking, I needed another shower. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option, I had a city to see, and a limited amount of time to see it in!
Michigan avenue is basically a really crowded street with lots of stores and landmarks. We saw the Chicago tribune building, the famous Water Tower, and the Sears Tower might have been in there somewhere, but it could also be somewhere else entirely. We stopped at the mall for a short time where my sister bought some things and I averted my eyes from anything I might possibly want to buy because I am currently broke. It was fun!
For lunch my sister wanted a hot dog, a real city hot dog! Which is strange because I do recall her saying she would never eat a hot dog again after hearing about what they were made of in freshman Health. Nevertheless my brother guided us to some famous hot dog place called Portillo's. We got 2 hot dogs with the works : relish, tomatoes, onions, mustard, peppers, and a pickle spear. My sister thought it was wonderful, but I just thought it was okay. We also got an order of French Fries that were out of this world!
Our next stop was the river. My sister and I were going to take a boat tour! After a quick stop at my brother's girlfriends office we were on our way. We ended up taking an architectual / Michigan Lake tour. We learned all about the history of several buildings. For instance, did you know that inside the Sears Tower there is no Sears at all! Just kidding, it is a really tall building though. We also learned about the Great Chicago fire of 1871. Everything burned except for the Water Tower because everything was made of wood. The entire city was gone, they had to start from scratch!
During the boat tour, I began getting a headache. My lack of redbull was starting to take its toll on me and that was only the beginning. I thought I could nip it in the bud by getting a red bull on our way back to the condo, but the damage had already been done!
When we got back to the condo it was time to pack up our stuff again and head to Lisle, Illinois. My headache was getting bad, real bad! But we had to go, we were having a very important dinner that night. A very important dinner indeed!
We took the train to Lisle, and my sister and I checked into our hotel room while my brother and his girlfriend went to her parents house. My headache had turned to migraine now. I knew only one thing would help . . . Excedrine Migraine! Also known as "the miracle drug". My parents picked up my sister and I and I made them stop at a K-Mart so I could get my precious pills. Each moment without it in my blood stream was hell on earth. I felt like I was going to barf and my head was pounding!
When we arrived at K-Mart I ran inside, I was desperate for it. I pushed over anyone who got in my way, old people, small children, I didn't care I needed the drugs! All the while I was screaming where is it! Where is it! No one knew what I was talking about so it was up to me to find it. Once I had the pills in my hand I rushed to the checkout lane, the pills were almost mine! I paid and left. Now all I had to do was open the box, open the bottle, pull off the damn seal and swallow!
When I got into the car I couldn't open them fast enough, but my urge to vomit was getting worse. I paused for a minute, I didn't want to take one only to barf it up three seconds later. After a few moments I took one. Oh NO! I had swallowed to soon . . . it was too late now! I was going to barf.
Luckily they gave me a plastic bag for my purchase. I emptied the bag as quickly as possible throwing everything in it across the car, and then it happened. I vomited. Into a plastic bag.
I was surprised I vomited, I've had many migraines before where I felt as though I would barf, but never actually did. Afterwards I didn't feel any better, my head still felt like it was going to explode. Fortunately, I think I was done barfing. So I took two more Excedrine Migraine.
I will leave off there. Stay tuned to hear about the Important dinner, a wild time in Indiana, and a long drive that will blow your mind!
It's Friday now, and the beginning of my second full day in Illinois. I didn't know it then, but my decision to not buy a redbull that morning would have serious repercussions later that day.
My brother had the day off so we had plans, BIG plans! After we all showered. . . which took forever . . . we headed for Michigan avenue, the hippest place to be in Chicago. If you've never been there, well then, you haven't truly lived! Okay, it's not that great, but it is the talk of the town!
It was a hot muggy day and after about 5 minutes of walking, I needed another shower. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option, I had a city to see, and a limited amount of time to see it in!
Michigan avenue is basically a really crowded street with lots of stores and landmarks. We saw the Chicago tribune building, the famous Water Tower, and the Sears Tower might have been in there somewhere, but it could also be somewhere else entirely. We stopped at the mall for a short time where my sister bought some things and I averted my eyes from anything I might possibly want to buy because I am currently broke. It was fun!
For lunch my sister wanted a hot dog, a real city hot dog! Which is strange because I do recall her saying she would never eat a hot dog again after hearing about what they were made of in freshman Health. Nevertheless my brother guided us to some famous hot dog place called Portillo's. We got 2 hot dogs with the works : relish, tomatoes, onions, mustard, peppers, and a pickle spear. My sister thought it was wonderful, but I just thought it was okay. We also got an order of French Fries that were out of this world!
Our next stop was the river. My sister and I were going to take a boat tour! After a quick stop at my brother's girlfriends office we were on our way. We ended up taking an architectual / Michigan Lake tour. We learned all about the history of several buildings. For instance, did you know that inside the Sears Tower there is no Sears at all! Just kidding, it is a really tall building though. We also learned about the Great Chicago fire of 1871. Everything burned except for the Water Tower because everything was made of wood. The entire city was gone, they had to start from scratch!
During the boat tour, I began getting a headache. My lack of redbull was starting to take its toll on me and that was only the beginning. I thought I could nip it in the bud by getting a red bull on our way back to the condo, but the damage had already been done!
When we got back to the condo it was time to pack up our stuff again and head to Lisle, Illinois. My headache was getting bad, real bad! But we had to go, we were having a very important dinner that night. A very important dinner indeed!
We took the train to Lisle, and my sister and I checked into our hotel room while my brother and his girlfriend went to her parents house. My headache had turned to migraine now. I knew only one thing would help . . . Excedrine Migraine! Also known as "the miracle drug". My parents picked up my sister and I and I made them stop at a K-Mart so I could get my precious pills. Each moment without it in my blood stream was hell on earth. I felt like I was going to barf and my head was pounding!
When we arrived at K-Mart I ran inside, I was desperate for it. I pushed over anyone who got in my way, old people, small children, I didn't care I needed the drugs! All the while I was screaming where is it! Where is it! No one knew what I was talking about so it was up to me to find it. Once I had the pills in my hand I rushed to the checkout lane, the pills were almost mine! I paid and left. Now all I had to do was open the box, open the bottle, pull off the damn seal and swallow!
When I got into the car I couldn't open them fast enough, but my urge to vomit was getting worse. I paused for a minute, I didn't want to take one only to barf it up three seconds later. After a few moments I took one. Oh NO! I had swallowed to soon . . . it was too late now! I was going to barf.
Luckily they gave me a plastic bag for my purchase. I emptied the bag as quickly as possible throwing everything in it across the car, and then it happened. I vomited. Into a plastic bag.
I was surprised I vomited, I've had many migraines before where I felt as though I would barf, but never actually did. Afterwards I didn't feel any better, my head still felt like it was going to explode. Fortunately, I think I was done barfing. So I took two more Excedrine Migraine.
I will leave off there. Stay tuned to hear about the Important dinner, a wild time in Indiana, and a long drive that will blow your mind!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
My most recent Adventure Part 1
This last month I have been to Bakersfield, San Francisco, and most recently, Chicago, Lisle Illinois, and Carmel Indiana.
My adventure begins on an evening flight to Midway airport. I had never drank alcohol on a plane before, but I felt that 4 hours was too long to be stuck in a cramped and smelly airplane sober. So I ordered a vodka sprite. I hadn't eaten much that day so it hit me quick, which is what I was going for. My sister was also on the plane with me and drinking as well. Before we knew it we were having a great time! We both had are headphones on, so we would write each other notes on my notebook. We each danced to our own music while playing Character Hangman.
What is character hangman you ask? Well, it's similar to regular hangman EXCEPT instead of stick figures we drew various characters such as a cowboy, a clown, a cat and much much more! I have the drawings if anyone ever wants to see them.
When we arrived in Chicago it was 1 am (central time) and we went to go meet our parents who were waiting for us as well as grab our bags. Unfortunately my sister had discovered her wallet was missing from her purse. If you've ever landed at Midway airport you probably already know their runways aren't very long so they slam on the brakes much harder than usual. We are guessing it fell out then.
After about an hour, the wallet was found and returned minus 40 dollars in cash, but that was a small price to pay for having an ID to get back to California.
We finally got to The Hotel Monaco, the first of many hotels we stayed in, at about 3 a.m. and we were in bed by 4. This gave us about eight hours to sleep, shower, and get the hell out of there by our check out time. Our room number was 1408 which I thought was a little creepy, but no one else really seemed to care. Luckily nothing scary happened during our stay. . . unless you count sleeping in the same room with my snoring parents.
Later that day we had lunch with my brother at a classy little joint you may know as Arby's. The meal was delicious which sort of goes without saying, and catching up with my big bro was all right too. Unfortunately he had a limited amount of time because he had to get back to work. So my family (minus 1 sister, and the only brother) and I trudged back to my brothers condo. Then my parents went to Naperville, a city where the hotels are cheaper and theres a lot less to do.
My sister and I were staying at the condo that night. When my brother returned from work he gave us the grand tour. This took less than a minute because the condo is similar to the size of a large walk in closet. Okay, I'm exaggerating a little, but it's pretty small. However, the view is amazing! You can see the river, the Hancock building, and several other tall buildings that aren't as important.
At around 7 in the evening we went to dinner with my brother and his girlfriend where we dined on slices of salami, some sort of green leaves, and thin crust pizza. It was pretty fancy shmancy for my taste.
We were then deserted by my brother and his girlfriend because they had better things to do than show us around the city. After all wasn't their presence at dinner enough? They said we were lucky to spend any time with them at all and quickly walked away as though we were hideous monsters they couldn't stand to look at anymore.
JUST KIDDING! Actually my brother's very sweet girlfriend had purchased tickets to a concert for my brother. It was for one of his favorite bands. Isn't that precious? Yes, yes it is.
My sister and I used our time away from them to take in a movie. We saw "Step Brothers" which I highly DON'T recommend! If you've seen the previews, you've seen all the funny parts. . . only the previews make them seem funnier than they actually are. I'm just glad my parents weren't there . . . it would have been really awkward.
When we got back to the condo my brother and his girlfriend had already returned. They said they really missed us, so they left the concert early. . . or something like that. We stayed up talking for a little while before hitting the sack. I slept on the couch and my sister slept on an air mattress. We could have shared the air mattress but I have personal space issues.
If you enjoyed reading about my most recent adventure part one, stay tuned for parts 2, 3, and possibly 4. I have a lot to cover and it only gets more exciting from here!
My adventure begins on an evening flight to Midway airport. I had never drank alcohol on a plane before, but I felt that 4 hours was too long to be stuck in a cramped and smelly airplane sober. So I ordered a vodka sprite. I hadn't eaten much that day so it hit me quick, which is what I was going for. My sister was also on the plane with me and drinking as well. Before we knew it we were having a great time! We both had are headphones on, so we would write each other notes on my notebook. We each danced to our own music while playing Character Hangman.
What is character hangman you ask? Well, it's similar to regular hangman EXCEPT instead of stick figures we drew various characters such as a cowboy, a clown, a cat and much much more! I have the drawings if anyone ever wants to see them.
When we arrived in Chicago it was 1 am (central time) and we went to go meet our parents who were waiting for us as well as grab our bags. Unfortunately my sister had discovered her wallet was missing from her purse. If you've ever landed at Midway airport you probably already know their runways aren't very long so they slam on the brakes much harder than usual. We are guessing it fell out then.
After about an hour, the wallet was found and returned minus 40 dollars in cash, but that was a small price to pay for having an ID to get back to California.
We finally got to The Hotel Monaco, the first of many hotels we stayed in, at about 3 a.m. and we were in bed by 4. This gave us about eight hours to sleep, shower, and get the hell out of there by our check out time. Our room number was 1408 which I thought was a little creepy, but no one else really seemed to care. Luckily nothing scary happened during our stay. . . unless you count sleeping in the same room with my snoring parents.
Later that day we had lunch with my brother at a classy little joint you may know as Arby's. The meal was delicious which sort of goes without saying, and catching up with my big bro was all right too. Unfortunately he had a limited amount of time because he had to get back to work. So my family (minus 1 sister, and the only brother) and I trudged back to my brothers condo. Then my parents went to Naperville, a city where the hotels are cheaper and theres a lot less to do.
My sister and I were staying at the condo that night. When my brother returned from work he gave us the grand tour. This took less than a minute because the condo is similar to the size of a large walk in closet. Okay, I'm exaggerating a little, but it's pretty small. However, the view is amazing! You can see the river, the Hancock building, and several other tall buildings that aren't as important.
At around 7 in the evening we went to dinner with my brother and his girlfriend where we dined on slices of salami, some sort of green leaves, and thin crust pizza. It was pretty fancy shmancy for my taste.
We were then deserted by my brother and his girlfriend because they had better things to do than show us around the city. After all wasn't their presence at dinner enough? They said we were lucky to spend any time with them at all and quickly walked away as though we were hideous monsters they couldn't stand to look at anymore.
JUST KIDDING! Actually my brother's very sweet girlfriend had purchased tickets to a concert for my brother. It was for one of his favorite bands. Isn't that precious? Yes, yes it is.
My sister and I used our time away from them to take in a movie. We saw "Step Brothers" which I highly DON'T recommend! If you've seen the previews, you've seen all the funny parts. . . only the previews make them seem funnier than they actually are. I'm just glad my parents weren't there . . . it would have been really awkward.
When we got back to the condo my brother and his girlfriend had already returned. They said they really missed us, so they left the concert early. . . or something like that. We stayed up talking for a little while before hitting the sack. I slept on the couch and my sister slept on an air mattress. We could have shared the air mattress but I have personal space issues.
If you enjoyed reading about my most recent adventure part one, stay tuned for parts 2, 3, and possibly 4. I have a lot to cover and it only gets more exciting from here!
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