In 48 hours I will be cruising into California. Actually, I hope to be well past the border, possibly in the Shasta area by this time on Friday. Anyway, I can just picture it now. Sunny skies, crisp weather, LilBro passed out or engaged with the PSP, radio blasting. Damn, I love driving.
Plans are being formed (and firmed). I'll pick up Mr. Scoop in the teeny burg of Red Bluff, which is about 3 hours north of Sacramento. Hopefully we'll pull into town around 3ish, before rush hour. This being Sacramento, however, I don't think rush hour ever really goes away on Fridays. LilBro will get dropped at Dad's and then Scoop and I will find something to do for a few hours before Stacky gets off work. (Or Dad will try and trap me with inane conversation.)
As excited as I am, I'm experiencing my usual second thoughts about the trip. "Wouldn't it be best to stay home and relax? Shouldn't you save money? You're missing out on M's 80's party and Marv's Super Bowl Bash. What about class on Monday? Don't you want to study for your midterm?" Egads, it's enough to drive a girl crazy! Were I really listening to these thoughts, that is. :-P