By which I mean a dorm room in LA.
Well, I'm back from my weekend day excursion to San Diego for the Dave concert. Good trip, but with a few setbacks. Let's start from the beginning:
I had planned to get out of class and get on a bus that would take me to Union Station, where I would take an Amtrak train down to San Diego. Well, the class ran a bit long and I didn't make the bus, which made it so I would miss my train. I kinda sorta flipped my shit. I texted my dad (I knew he was busy, so I didn't call) and called my brothers for someone to talk to. I called Alex (oldest brother) first because I figured that he'd be free, but he didn't pick up. Then I called Tim (middle brother), who I wasn't sure about schedule-wise. Alex called me back while Tim's phone was ringing, so I hung up that call and talked to Alex, who talked me through my flipping out. He talked me through finding another bus and calling Amtrak to reschedule my train so I could make it. I did call Amtrak and shift my reservation, but I couldn't figure out the bus thing (and I've always been afraid of buses for some reason). I got kind of restless thinking about what I would do when the bus got there, so at some point I thought, "I could totally bike that." So, I went back to my dorm, got my bike and started riding. I'm not an expert cyclist, and I don't usually do long distances. It was fifteen miles, and I made a wrong turn. It took two and a half hours. At some point past the hour-fifteen mark, my dad texted me and asked where I was. I told him that I'd decided to bike to Union Station. Then my phone rang, so I picked up and my dad said, "Where are you? Did you say 'bike'?" The conversation went on for a bit, and we figured out that I could probably still make it back for half of the concert. (Turns out he was worried that he would have to explain that his Eagle Scout son had died of heat stroke. Heh...)
Well, I made it to downtown LA, made a second, less severe wrong turn there, and finally found Union Station. My dad let me know when the next best train would be leaving, so I bought a ticket, waited a few minutes, then got on the train, strapped in my bike, texted everyone to let them know that I'd made it, and settled down for the ride. (Tim's response text deserves a post of its own)
I had agreed to meet my dad in Irvine, so when he got there, he got a burger and a Gatorade for me and waited. I pulled in, we got the bike in the car, and we drove off to Chula Vista while I wolfed down the burger. We got to the concert about an hour and a half late, which we expected. We also got there at only the second song. That, we did not expect. The concert was amazing, and the night was filled with glorious sleep afterward.
This morning, I picked up a few things that I had forgoten on my first trip up to LA, got breakfast at IHoP, and drove back to LMU with my dad. The cats didn't really notice I was leaving, but they'll probably start to miss me soon. I miss them.
So, I'm back. That's about it. Yup...
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