It's really quite horrible that I don't really know how to start this blog. I've already erased the first sentence about 5 times... Vicki's roommate, Cheyenne, went to Hawaii. The thing is, when she left she had to leave from LAX. Vicki, being the nicest person on Earth, volunteered herself to drive her roommate to LA. When Vic was telling Bre and I about this plan, we thought she was crazy for wanting to go by herself. Vicki eventually called and asked if i wouldn't mind driving with her so she wouldn't be alone. I, of course, gladly accepted.
We got to a late start due to a last minute crisis with Vic's roommate but we eventually hit the road around 8pm. We went down I-5 because you really can't go wrong when your going straight. Around 1:30am, Cheyenne asked Vic to look up directions to LAX from her smart phone. Vicki grabbed Cheyenne's phone and spoke into it saying, "destination LAX." I know, you'd think that what she said was correct... Wrong! Here is where is all begins...
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We're following the directions from Cheyenne's phone and we think all is going well until her phone says, "You have reached your destination." We were a bit confused. We looked around and we didn't see any planes, we saw a plethora of homeless people, and we saw a bunch of buildings that SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE! At this point Cheyenne gets a little frustrated and she gets her phone and asks for directions to the Los Angeles International Airport. Around 2:30am, we finally get there. Task #1 was officially accomplished.
Our next step was to find our way to Vic's cousin's house. We didn't have directions, my phone was dead, and Vicki didn't want to call her cousin because it was so darn early in the morning. Well now, let me tell ya. That's not exactly the best situation to be in. We kinda get directions from Cheyenne's phone which was dying (still not the best idea) and we're off!
As we're driving, I'm feeling a bit uneasy because I don't know where I am and I'm super tired. Anyway, I'm assured by Vic that she knows exactly where we're at and we'll be there in 30 minutes tops! About 45 minutes later she's angry because we hadn't found our turn-off yet, but soon after we see the huge sign that says Santa Ana so, we go in that direction. Once we hit San Clemente (Google it), I told her to stop to get gas and to turn around because i don't want to go any more down south. We head back up to Anaheim, pull over and finally call her cousin. To skip the rest, we finally get to her cousin's house at 5:45am. I know that for sure because i called my dad to let him know we arrived safe and he told me he was already at work.
So that's my story. And that's only getting there. I didn't even mention what we did while we were there or the drive back. Maybe that can be a part 2 to this post. It was a unique experience and i wouldn't mind going far distances with my friends again... I know Breanna and I are trying to plan one for this summer. :)
PS. all these pictures are from the way back.
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