March Madness
My crazy month of travel
Day 4
C gave up his bed for us to sleep in, but there was no sleeping in a city loft apartment with city noise and city lights. I couldn’t breath because of my stuffy nose and I couldn’t swollow because of my sore throat.
I didn’t want to let my sickness take over so I forced myself to spend the morning sightseeing and exploring the city with W. It was fun, but would have been more so if I didn’t feel like I was going to keel over with a sicky germ head and lack of sleep.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
March Madness
My crazy month of travel
Day 3 – March 3, 2011
Woke up and sore throat was gone! My home remedies must have worked!
Wrong. It’s now nighttime and I can hardly swallow my throat hurts so bad. It got worse as the day went on, and talking non-stop for 8 hours didn’t help.
Work appointment in Watsonville all day. Throat just go worse and worse. So annoyed that I’m getting sick. Being sick on travels suck. Just keep drinking Apple Cider Vinegar…
4:00, finally done. Drive to Oakland to pick up W at the airport and then to downtown San Francisco to meet up with P’s brother. Ignore the sore throat, ignore the sore throat. I am not getting sick, I am not getting sick.
I love San Francisco. I want to live in San Francisco. How can I live in San Francisco? Walked around city, went to awesome restaurant. C’s city luxury loft is awesome. Everything is awesome except my sore throat. Going to gargle hydrogen peroxide again.
My crazy month of travel
Day 3 – March 3, 2011
Woke up and sore throat was gone! My home remedies must have worked!
Wrong. It’s now nighttime and I can hardly swallow my throat hurts so bad. It got worse as the day went on, and talking non-stop for 8 hours didn’t help.
Work appointment in Watsonville all day. Throat just go worse and worse. So annoyed that I’m getting sick. Being sick on travels suck. Just keep drinking Apple Cider Vinegar…
4:00, finally done. Drive to Oakland to pick up W at the airport and then to downtown San Francisco to meet up with P’s brother. Ignore the sore throat, ignore the sore throat. I am not getting sick, I am not getting sick.
I love San Francisco. I want to live in San Francisco. How can I live in San Francisco? Walked around city, went to awesome restaurant. C’s city luxury loft is awesome. Everything is awesome except my sore throat. Going to gargle hydrogen peroxide again.
March Madness
My crazy month of Travel
Day 2 – March 2
Mission today is to swap out this stupid rental car. It’s raining and the windshield wipers don’t work. Checked out of hotel and found the nearest Budget. No luck. The only other economy car available is the exact same car I’m trying to exchange. No thanks.
Went to work appointment. Drove to SFO to exchange car and try to get an upgrade? Lugged my million bags of luggage across the entire rental lot to the counter, which was the most miserable hike ever and I once again vowed to pack lighter next time. I always say that, but I can never do it! It’s literally impossible. Especially when I’m going to be gone for twenty-eight days. It just really, really sucks being on your own trying to juggle four different sized bags.
Tried to bargain with “Candy” at the Budget desk to get a new car. After an hour ended up in the same economy car, only this time a Hyundai instead of Ford. At least Hyundai’s have XM radio. And the windshield wipers work.
Ate lunch at Vegan Chinese Restaurant in Palo Alto. I love Palo Alto. I want to be a Professor at Stanford and live in Palo Alto. How can I live in Palo Alto?
Drove to Marina and checked into hotel. Still trying to find a cheap salon to get my nasty haircut fixed. Decided to buy two dollar scissors at Wal Mart and try to cut my own hair. Ummm, don’t know how that worked out. Pretty sure the back of my hair now looks like a five year old cut it. Whatever.
Throat has been feeling funny. Gargled hydrogen peroxide and drank apple cider vinegar.
Ordered take-out from a Korean restaurant and ate it in front of my computer while watching Mr. Sunshine on hulu. Took a shower, watched Survivor. Went to bed.
Throat has been feeling funny. Need Sleep.
My crazy month of Travel
Day 2 – March 2
Mission today is to swap out this stupid rental car. It’s raining and the windshield wipers don’t work. Checked out of hotel and found the nearest Budget. No luck. The only other economy car available is the exact same car I’m trying to exchange. No thanks.
Went to work appointment. Drove to SFO to exchange car and try to get an upgrade? Lugged my million bags of luggage across the entire rental lot to the counter, which was the most miserable hike ever and I once again vowed to pack lighter next time. I always say that, but I can never do it! It’s literally impossible. Especially when I’m going to be gone for twenty-eight days. It just really, really sucks being on your own trying to juggle four different sized bags.
Tried to bargain with “Candy” at the Budget desk to get a new car. After an hour ended up in the same economy car, only this time a Hyundai instead of Ford. At least Hyundai’s have XM radio. And the windshield wipers work.
Ate lunch at Vegan Chinese Restaurant in Palo Alto. I love Palo Alto. I want to be a Professor at Stanford and live in Palo Alto. How can I live in Palo Alto?
Drove to Marina and checked into hotel. Still trying to find a cheap salon to get my nasty haircut fixed. Decided to buy two dollar scissors at Wal Mart and try to cut my own hair. Ummm, don’t know how that worked out. Pretty sure the back of my hair now looks like a five year old cut it. Whatever.
Throat has been feeling funny. Gargled hydrogen peroxide and drank apple cider vinegar.
Ordered take-out from a Korean restaurant and ate it in front of my computer while watching Mr. Sunshine on hulu. Took a shower, watched Survivor. Went to bed.
Throat has been feeling funny. Need Sleep.
March Madness
My crazy month of non-stop travel
Day 1 – March 1, 2011
San Diego airport – nothing to complain about. Easy in, no lines and an A32 boarding pass. Right back to the last seat on the plane.
Flight uneventful. My overhead seat light was extremely bright for some reason, but at least I got to read the entire time.
Oakland airport, Budget rental counter. My name isn’t on the Fast Break list, of course! Why isn’t it ever on that list? Oh, because my credit card on file has expired. Oops. Tried to get an upgrade. No bargaining with this lady. However, I could get a Chevy Malibu for ten dollars more a day. I don’t think so. Instead, I get the economy sized Ford Focus in the ugliest pale green color I’ve ever seen. What.
It’s lightly raining in the bay area, and the windshield wipers on this majestic Ford only work to spread a foggy mess of smeared water or something all over in front of my vision. Great.
Check in at the Pleasant Hill Inn, conveniently located in Pleasant Hill. Front desk lady is nice enough. The lobby looks humble but nice enough. Fine so far for a super-economy hotel for one night.
Room 203. The key doesn’t work. Lug all my stuff back downstairs and request a room that’s not right next to the elevator anyway.
Room 313. The key works and I enter my dormitory for the night. Not one to complain about cheap hotels I ignore the manifest disgusts… the ratty bed spread and thread-bare sheets. The dust bunnies lining the walls, the dried paint (or SOMETHING) all over the carpet, the internet that doesn’t work, the TV that doesn’t work….sigh. But whatever. I’m not complaining, remember? All I can think about is how I have 27 more days of this. Blah.
I call the 800 number for Budget to get a new car tomorrow. They direct me to Oakland’s Budget center. I try calling three times with no answer. Can’t even look up a nearby Budget place on the internet. I’ll have to wake up early to go sit at a Starbucks and surf the web.
11:29. Day 1. It can only get better from here.
My crazy month of non-stop travel
Day 1 – March 1, 2011
San Diego airport – nothing to complain about. Easy in, no lines and an A32 boarding pass. Right back to the last seat on the plane.
Flight uneventful. My overhead seat light was extremely bright for some reason, but at least I got to read the entire time.
Oakland airport, Budget rental counter. My name isn’t on the Fast Break list, of course! Why isn’t it ever on that list? Oh, because my credit card on file has expired. Oops. Tried to get an upgrade. No bargaining with this lady. However, I could get a Chevy Malibu for ten dollars more a day. I don’t think so. Instead, I get the economy sized Ford Focus in the ugliest pale green color I’ve ever seen. What.
It’s lightly raining in the bay area, and the windshield wipers on this majestic Ford only work to spread a foggy mess of smeared water or something all over in front of my vision. Great.
Check in at the Pleasant Hill Inn, conveniently located in Pleasant Hill. Front desk lady is nice enough. The lobby looks humble but nice enough. Fine so far for a super-economy hotel for one night.
Room 203. The key doesn’t work. Lug all my stuff back downstairs and request a room that’s not right next to the elevator anyway.
Room 313. The key works and I enter my dormitory for the night. Not one to complain about cheap hotels I ignore the manifest disgusts… the ratty bed spread and thread-bare sheets. The dust bunnies lining the walls, the dried paint (or SOMETHING) all over the carpet, the internet that doesn’t work, the TV that doesn’t work….sigh. But whatever. I’m not complaining, remember? All I can think about is how I have 27 more days of this. Blah.
I call the 800 number for Budget to get a new car tomorrow. They direct me to Oakland’s Budget center. I try calling three times with no answer. Can’t even look up a nearby Budget place on the internet. I’ll have to wake up early to go sit at a Starbucks and surf the web.
11:29. Day 1. It can only get better from here.
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