sha v 4.0

This weekend I headed down to LA for Cliff and Andy’s wedding. It was great, but it was a bit of a harrowing adventure getting there. I left work at 4:30 and headed up to SF to gather up Enzo and our belongings. Then I picked up Abby in downtown SF, where she took over driving so I could sit in the back of the car with Enzo. After braving some crappy traffic to the East Bay, we picked up Amanda and were off.

About 2 hours into the drive, while we were on I-5, a light on Amanda’s dashboard lit up, indicating low tire pressure. We decided to pull off at the next stop because she’d been having some tire pressure issues, and I pulled out the pressure gauge and started checking the tires. When I got to the front passenger tire, it kept reading 12 psi, which I knew couldn’t be right, so I fiddled with the gauge some more. Amanda came over and asked how it was going. When I told her that the gauge was messed up and reading 12 psi, she said “Um, that’s because the tire is flat.”

Yay powers of observation.

Abby headed into the gas station where she learned first that we were in Gustine, California, and second, that the woman at the counter knew a guy named Pete who fixed tires and might still be working. So we called up Pete, and thankfully he answered, and said he’d be on his way. Shortly thereafter, Pete showed up with his wife and his cute pitbull Satchmo to fix our tire. After about an hour and a half, the tire was patched and we were on our way. We ended up arriving at about 2:30am, which isn’t *that* bad, all things considered.

Saturday we went to visit David at Cal Tech, which had a really nice campus full of cute turtles, so that was pretty much a win.

That evening was the wedding, which was really fun and very sweet. I especially liked seeing Cliff’s grandpa dancing with his wife towards the end of the night. It was another wedding where everyone was just so happy to be there, so I’m really glad I was able to be a part of it. I’m getting behind on processing my pics, so work allowing, I’d like to get some of that done this week.

I got back to SF at about 9:30pm on Sunday, and in a move of supreme illogic..ity, I promptly drove down to Mountain View to catch the tail end of Sprog’s birthday party. I had a lot of fun and I’m glad I did it, but boy am I tired today. On the plus side, I did learn that we all agree that Enzo would make a terrible pizza topping.