Okay. So on Tuesday I was supposed to drive up to Davis to meet up with Molly (who lives in SF but was spending Christmas in Reno) and Liz (who until last week lived in NYC but now has moved back to Stockton). I had made it to about Richmond when my car started making weird feelings again, and I got too freaked out that I wouldn’t make it to Davis. Or that I would make it to Davis, but not from Davis to Lakeport. So I drove back home, and Drew’s dad looked at my car, and he replaced all the spark plugs and two of the spark plug wires. And now, I promise (this isn’t like after I changed the oil and “thought it felt better”), it is running like before again.
The funny thing is, when it was all shaky on the freeway, I was desperately trying to figure out how I could fund getting a new car, and I was like, “I’d be sad about losing this one, but happy to get one with no problems and less than 190,000 miles on it.” Then after it was fixed, I was super happy and sentimental about it, thinking, “I couldn’t imagine getting rid of my baby!” I’m a hypocrite?
Okay, so then I had my car but it was too late to meet Liz and Molly, and my brother was flying in from Colorado. My dad was supposed to come down and pick him up but I called him and said I’d pick up Robb. So then Robb and I drove up to Lakeport in the pouring rain. My family – like, just the four of us – hung out for the first time in maybe like 8 years. It was really nice, until I got kind of bored of the constant stand-up comedy routine and went in my room to read Catching Fire (the second book of the Hunger Games series).
Also, from being home on Christmas, to being home on the 28th, our bathroom was completely torn up. They are fixing the floor and the entire bathtub area, so that was a surprise… So then on the morning of the 27th I woke up to strange men’s voices in the hallway, my bedroom door not really shut, and all of my regular clothes (besides pajamas) in the dryer.
In the afternoon my high school best friend was throwing her sister a surprise bridal shower, so I went over there. Her sister was completely surprised, which is always fun, and there were a bunch of people there I haven’t seen in years. It was awesome. But then there were snow warnings so I had to take off so I could get home without dying.
And that is basically my second Lakeport trip. Here’s a slideshow, since I just learned how to make them.
The Cameraphone Diaries 