So, after the anniversary party- we woke up and packed up again and set out on a 10 hour drive to San Francisco. Objective: arrive before Christmas Eve dinner. I pretended like I didn't have a wild turkey and 4loko headache and tried to rally the troops with my fake enthusiasm.
Haha, yeah right. I feigned no enthusiasm.
But giant dinosaurs tend to perk me up a tad.
Even when they avoid direct eye contact.
Luckily I married a true snackmaster, who procured many provisions for our journey.
My husband is a level 10 snacker.... He chooses products with care and precision and a sharpened palate.
And yet- this bag of pork rinds almost defeated him.
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It was the attached skin.
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Oh look, Lardo Highway... which is exactly where we went after 2 candy bars, a bag of takis and an energy drink.
Dylan also found us a spirit guide while hitting the snack stop in Cabazon.
The 'I-tol-youuuu-sqwrl'
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Look at his majestic stance as he guides us along the 5.
Such wisdom and leadership can only be taught by a most experienced traveler.
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His journeys have brought him far.
After we had exhausted philosophical conversation, MSG was no longer appealing to our taste buds, conspiracy theories grew dull, and I had gone completely travel mad, we rolled up in lovely Burlingame, CA for Christmas Eve dinner.
To be continued in the next segment....
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