Tomorrow begins "The Apocalypse": Eleven days of total mayhem. I'm heading out of work around 1pm to hit the road and drive straight through to San Francisco for King's Classic. I should get there really early in the morning Friday, unless I decide to sleep somewhere for a few hours. After a quick nap at Paul's, I'll meet up with modpov and we're going to seriously get our rally on. This is Chels's first big west coast rally, so we're gonna do it up crazy. After the rally, we'll probably hang in San Francisco for an extra couple of days, and then me and Chelsea head back to Seattle mid-week. Paul gets in on Thursday night, and then Friday will be the beginning of Monkey Run, so we'll do it up crazy style again! Chelsea leaves on Sunday night and then Paul leaves on Monday night, so I guess Tuesday I'll wipe the crud outta my eyes and head back to work.
I'm really looking forward to this. I need a good week+ long ass all out crazy vacation where I just hang with my friends, do stupid shit, ride scooters, and not work. This is seriously gonna be a blast.
I packed my clothes, I charged my camera batteries, I loaded up the MP3 player, I'm armed for the road trip with the entire Beg, Scream and Shout compilation... I think I'm ready to get down!
"It's 106 miles to Chicago. We've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."