09/19/00 -- Trip to CA

Minigolf and flying home

Sunday was mellow.  We slept late-ish then went and had fud and played mini-golf.  At the Malibu Castle, there's this game called Dance Dance Revolution that Jonah didn't want someone to tell me about.  I played it.  I sucked at it.  I do better at Bust-a-Groove on the Playstation.  But it was still fun.  I laughed at myself a lot.

Back to the hotel because it was just too damn hot.  Wound up watching a James Bond movie until it was time to go to the airport.  Caught my plane on time and got into Denver without event.

Getting home was something else, however.  There are train tracks on my drive home.  And the spot where they cross has a spot where trains attach and detach and do a whole lot of backing up and pulling forward.  I sat there for half an hour (at least).  It sucked.  I was tired.  Really tired.  I just wanted to get home so I could go to sleep and get up and go to work the next morning.

I finally did.  But the train still sucked.