The parting of the ways

After sleeping minimalist-style on Erin’s floor, the three of us packed up our car one last time for the trip up to LA. This 50 minute trip took us about 4 ½ hours, and I blame one man: The One that Burns. Erin and Adina had still not bought enough items to prepare for the apparent nuclear holocaust they were going to encounter in the Nevada desert, so we drove around Irvine some more to get them everything they would need. Three department stores in I gave up, told them I was going to wait at Panera with the food and the free internet, and they could come back and get me after they got all the coolers, the bikes, the bike racks, and sparkly shoes that they needed.

This of course led to me having to drive through traffic up to LA with a bike dangling off the rear. I’m fairly positive traffic lanes in LA are narrower than they are in other parts of California. This is a charge that I can’t prove though, as my friend Rachel just gave me a weird look when I asked her about it this afternoon.

So, Erin and Adina dropped me off near the Los Feliz neighborhood in LA. Rachel and I just got back from the swimming pool in the courtyard of her complex. Tonight we’re going to a friend’s birthday party in a restaurant in an old fire station, and tomorrow we’ll be hanging out at the movies. Can’t say I’m regretting that whole Burning Man decision. I hope the other two are well, but they’ll be out of contact for the next week. Here’s a last photo of the three of us with our precious car. Goodbye Gertie!