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Sunday, January 18, 2009

Michigan: One Frozen Californian

This morning the girls and I woke up well rested and happy. Ms. Partypants; narrowly missing getting a ticket for talking on the phone, not wearing a seatbelt AND going the wrong way on a one way street, got to the hotel and whisked us away to the Recovery room buffet. This is a restaurant aptly named for their all you can drink Mimosas or Bloody Mary’s, which may or not be heaven on earth for a severe late night Saturday hangover. Breakfast was gourmet heaven with super tasty delights like my favourite goat cheese and wild mushroom pizza.

Wrapping up our girls weekend and getting ready to go back home I learned that my grandfather who lives in Michigan is doing worse or better according to which Rogue Aunt you talk to (there are three of them with all various levels of reality) it never pays to get information second hand. So my father and I have decided to purchase plane tickets, despite my lack of job and funds, because in 10 years I won’t care about the million dollars I had to pay for the same day tickets I will care if I get to see my grandpa one last time. I would have never forgiven myself if I had chosen money over love. So once getting home back to LA I unpacked my summery San Francisco clothes from my suitcase and I replaced them with horrible warm clothes that will keep me from freezing to death in the sub-zero temperatures. Or at least that is what I am hoping, the NOT becoming a human Popsicle, damn Michigan. I then drove the hour to my uncle’s house to pick up my father in Riverside and drive him back to LA so we could get to the airport in time for our flight.

I am off on the red-eye with my father, a red-eye and then straight to the hospital. I know I probably won’t sleep on the plane it is going to be and exhausting trip that I am not sure I have enough reserves to handle it very gracefully seeing as I drank my reserves away this past weekend partying with my friends. I am going to be one bitchy, freezing cold, California praying that my grandpa gets better.

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