Today was crazy.
Amanda graciously drove us to the airport this morning. On the way, we encountered a guy driving somewhat...loosely. He got close enough to hitting a few things that I decided to pull my phone out and shoot some video. Immediately after I started recording, the guy drifted over and hit a car. We were already kind of pushing it with making it to the airport on time, but we pulled off the road with those knuckleheads anyway. I got the victim’s number and texted him my video before bouncing out of there. Hopefully that was enough to get them through the situation.
On the flight itself, a couple got faux-married at 36,000 feet. The plane crew made a veil out of toilet paper and a bouquet with a plastic cup and pencils or something, and she walked down the aisle to her groom at the back of the plane. Then, an exuberant flight attendant held a mock ceremony over the intercom. It was pretty entertaining.
Meghan picked us up at the airport and took us to the Grove farmer’s market for lunch. It seems like a cool place! Then we all went to Greg and Meg’s lovely home. After getting settled there for a bit, Emily and Meg shot some sexy photos of a menu Emily designed. Yay web content!
Meghan and I talked shop for awhile, and then we drove up to Griffith Observatory. What a cool place! There were tons of people there, but not so many that it wasn’t enjoyable. The views were spectacular and sunset was gorgeous. It’s cool to finally have seen the place in real life, since up until now my experience of the observatory have been 100% inside Grand Theft Auto.
Back at home, Meg and Greg made some incredible pork chops, which I ate a ton of. We made one last trip out to Salt & Straw, where Emily and I somehow ate for free. I had a little banter with the dude who scooped my ice cream, but we were both shocked when he told us not to worry about paying. I’m SO going back there again.
To close out the night, we watched a movie called Sing Street at the house. It’s an adorable flick! I really enjoyed it. And now, it’s time for bed. The time difference is catching up to me.