Wily Wuzzy and Selfie Sticks.

Heeeeeere's Johnny Cami! You'll have to excuse my absence; I'm ending out my second week being sick and I was traveling about last weekend. Around 5pm last Friday Eric and I made our way down to where the air is clear and the sunshine is lacking.... (thats a joke. We went to LA). You may or may not remember our Wuzzy woes last year when we made this same trip. You know, when we pulled up to the LA zoo and heard my car make a sound like a cat got stuck in a dishwasher? $400 dollars later I vowed never to take Wuzzy on a roadtrip again. Well, guess what I did last weekend? I took Wuzzy on a roadtrip again. I was convinced he had a year to re-recuperate, but it turns out he really just had a year to continue dying a slow, slow, death. We were fine until we got to the Grapvine. Great vine? I never know what its actually called. I just mumble it so it sounds like both. Eric had been driving up until that point, and after a quick bathroom break I got in the driver's seat. The moment I sat in the seat and drove 2 feet I knew something was off. Eric got out of the car and SURE ENOUGH Wuzzy had a flat tire! Just what we needed 1.5 hours away from our destination at 11pm, right before a windy, uphill road. Turns out, I had an extra spare in my trunk, something never discovered in the past 4 years of owning this car. When Eric said that he "theoretically" knew how to change a tire, I had lost all hope in ever leaving the grape/great vine...Since we couldn't find any nails or holes in the tire, he suggested filling it up with air and waiting for 20 minutes. So we did. And after 20 mintes, what do you know, the tire still had air in it! 

Me:"Oh, so its good to go, right?"
Eric: "I don't know."
Me: "What do you mean? You said if it held air after 20 minutes it was fine!"
Eric: "Oh, I have no idea. I just made that number up."

....Take a road trip with your boyfriend, they said. It will be fun, they said.

Yes, we eventually made it to Pasadena in (barely) one piece and never ended up having to change a tire. Although I have a strong intuition that I'm going to have to do it by myself, on the side of the road during my next trip home. All was well by the morning however, because we went to my favorite place on earth: Starbucks! Oh, and then Disneyland :) It was magical as always, amidst a million other couples thinking that PDA will be tolerated just because it was Valentines Day...its not. We also counted the amount of selfie sticks that we saw and the ground total was 12. 12!!! If you're unfamiliar with a selfie stick...see below. They need to end. And they need to end now.











The rest of the trip included a tux fitting for Eric for an upcoming wedding. Frankly I was surprised that he doesn't just having a tux laying around somewhere...and as Eric said after the fitting, "my thunder thighs were giving him trouble". We also met up with Austin, Lexi and Alec for some good ol' Portos. The. Best. As if that didn't end our trip with the bang, we drove all the way home with terrible stomach aches because we ate chocolate grahams that had been sitting in the car for 3 days. They had milk in them. We learned our lesson on that one.

I had been sick the entire week prior to our trip and after pleading with myself to get better before our trip I actually felt pretty good that weekend! Then I came home and the sickness came with me. You can't always get what you want. So, I'll be nursing myself back to health this weekend on yet another trip for Women's retreat. Let the estrogen begin.