Memorial Day

Well today was Memorial Day and somehow it felt like we traveled across the state of California fourteen times for absolutely no reason. We took drinks to Sheila’s daughter Isabella, who’s house-sitting, and drove all the way to her apartment, which was actually really cute. We were finally about to leave for the beach when suddenly Isabella didn’t feel well, and instead of just saying “okay maybe another time,” we somehow ended up driving all the way back to the valley first. There was talking. So much talking. Endless talking. Eventually we finally made it to the beach after what felt like the extended director’s cut of The Amazing Race. We stayed maybe 45 minutes. I got sand all over my feet. Sandy McCrae had half a sandwich. Everyone looked tired. Then we drove all the way back again, went grocery shopping, made fettuccine Alfredo, and I burned the garlic bread because apparently the universe believes in consistency. Honestly the entire day felt like one long car ride interrupted by carbohydrates. 

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