SAN to MFR to IAH to CRP to SAN - (2/16-2/19)
Well this trip was a shit show. It's
funny how traveling to crap weather is easier than just regular weather. If I'm
honest, the only idiot this trip was me. This trip started out great. I met my
sales guy Monday at SFO (to protect the guilty, let's call him Andy) at gate
77A for cocktails and lunch before our connection to Meford, OR. Andy is one of
my favorites and I was jazzed to be traveling with him. We've had quite the
adventure together last year which I really need to blog about because it's an
amazing story that involves a "hot" rental car. Anyway, our flight to
Medford was on a tiny plane which I've grown to love for many reasons. (Main
reason: I can get a seat that's aisle AND window combined. I mean, I just can't
even deal with that amazingness). As
soon as we walked on this older than dirt plane, we got slapped in the face
with the scent of urine. Like, they hosed the inside down of this dump with it.
Had I known that pee smelling planes from the Truman administration were in my
future, I may have passed on this job. I sat down in my single seat (yes!) and
Andy sat across from me next to a girl. Normally I'm not on board with chatting
up neighbors on the plane but I sure was glad Andy had the chatter bug and
started talking to her. All I know is one minute I was complaining about the
smell and the next, I was being handed a car air freshener. I didn't ask any
questions, I just grabbed it and hung it like so:
(FYI I did leave it behind for the next
passenger. It was the right thing to do.)
While all the smelling issues were
being addressed, I noticed the guy in front of me taking pictures out his
window with three different camera phones. This made me think something
important was about to happen. (Other than him needing to cut his greasy hair
and remove his cubic zirconia diamond earrings). I couldn't figure it out so I
decided to hop on the picture train and snap a few, in hopes I was catching
something life changing. After looking at them again now, I think I can see
Madonna down there! Hi Madge!
Andy and I got in our rental and
immediately went to BWW so I could cross Oregon off my list:
To our delight,
this town was small and next to one of the roads were giant puddles, swampy
type puddles. We (ANDY) immediately took our Santa Fe SPORT Flying through
them. I wish I had recorded this nonsense but I guess it's better to not have
evidence. Well, live evidence anyway.
We returned Santa Fe with more than it
originally came with. Whoopsie!!!
The only other note worthy part of this
trip was driving back to the hotel with "Leave the pieces" by the
Wreckers blaring in the Santa Fe and the amazing sight of Andy singing along to
every word at the top of his lungs. If I were writing an entry in Andy's
yearbook, it would be: "don't ever change, dude!" And I would have
meant every word.
The rest of this trip was a Texas (DFW) sized
disaster hat I prefer not to relive through written word.
Until next Time!
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