Judgement Day

The correlation between the ridiculously epic, startlingly brilliant, and amazingly confounding billboards around Northern California about "Judgement Day" being on May 21st and my own version of adventure similar to Robert Frost's decision on which road to take is just...well, it's just dandy.  Fitting our stereotype of "those hippy, liberal, young California kids" (and we'll always be kids to anyone older than ourselves - let's take it as a compliment, shall we?) and trying to insert "Judgement Day" jokes wherever possible in a conversation, we have always semi-jokingly asked each other what we would do if the Almighty Lord Jesus Christ Our God were to come down from heaven (or up? Or just "over" as if he were in a neighboring country?), smite all of us sinful heretics, and make our lives kaput.  I tried to take this question seriously the other day and answered, "I'd keep going on my road trip and I'd probably try to have a baby."  But I'm not the Virgin Mary.

I was glad that I could stick with the road trip idea, though.  Unfortunately, I'm still in Lafayette.  Of course I adore seeing the ever calm and highly entertaining Kyle (who will join me for the second half of my trip...stories to come) more than I thought I would, but as I write this I am once again under a pile of blankets sweating out whatever strange disease is running through my veins and organs yelling, "We've got her!  We've got her!  She's stuck!  Keep poking her head so she can't start her road trip!"  Or maybe it's just a warm afternoon and any normal person wouldn't be under a sheet, a comforter, and two oddly-patterned quilts...

Tomorrow is my Judgement Day.  After two days of medication and worrying that all the Ibuprofen I've been taking is burning a hole through my stomach, I think I should be well enough to drive to LA in the morning.  It will certainly be an interesting drive seeing as Kyle told me that when I went to put my head down for a power nap (and I definitely needed a lot of power since mine has gone MIA with whatever little hussy in my body that usually guards my head from migraines) I actually fell asleep almost instantly and did not move for almost an hour.  Until I leave there will be a lot more of that type of sleeping and some more marathon sessions of "Glee" or whatever else doesn't require brainpower.

I have said my goodbyes to San Francisco - the most beautiful and charismatic city I have ever visited.  Yesterday I ventured out in my cutesy little rented Versa, drove to North Beach for some pizza by the slice, then meandered over to the Presidio to watch the joggers pretend they actually live in that area, watch cargo ships pass under the Golden Gate-which-is-actually-red-especially-in-the-fog, and to just enjoy the city for what it is.

Let's go, Judgement Day!  I'm ready for ya!