Last Friday night Tay and I set off for our 17hr journey home. We passed our cleaning checks and bid our farewells to our beloved Barlow center, our home for the semester in Washington. I was strangely relieved to pass my cleaning inspection, I had this anxious feeling inside that Donna Lee's Stalin side would emerge and no amount of dusting would satiate her desire to make me miserable. But alas, she retained her kind facade and marked me off. We made the trek to the Metro station with all our luggage, then rode one stop to Rosslyn where we waited inside a McDonald's for 40min for the 5A bus. We were surrounded by interesting characters, ranging from homeless in varying degrees of sanity to party girls in spandex mini-dresses out for their nutritious meal of a Big Mac and fries before hitting the club scene. In a panic that we were going to miss our bus, we ate our sundaes outside at the bus stop. It was around 30 degrees with about 64% humidity, and there we were eating our ice cream! We arrived at Dulles airport at 11:45 and proceeded to wait around until 4:45 am when we were able to check our bags. During that time, Tay did laps in the wheelchairs and danced to JT, I watched a movie, and laid on a grate like a homeless person. It was miserable to say the least, there were mice running under me and the grate sucked every ounce of warmth from my exhausted body. We finally got on the tiny jet that took us to Cincinnati where we caught another plane to LAX. Seventeen hours later we got our bags and my Dad was right there to pick us up. It was such a relief to climb into his truck. I felt like I had been run over by a train. My body wanted to give up living, and I was only revived by a fresh chocolate donut from Randy's Donuts, a new spot we found off the 405 on Manchester Blvd. Randy's sports a giant donut on top of it's little hut--if you're ever driving on the 405 towards the beach, you can't miss it. I know it sounds disgusting but that was one of the best donuts I've ever had. Then we drove straight to Malibu, where our nearly done house welcomed us with soft teak floors and plenty of sunlight to go around. We sat on our cafe chairs and ate Tito's tacos while we watched the waves break below. I felt supremely happy, even in my weakened state.
Muns! Love it!! Those pics are so awesome hay. Ryan and I were laughing out loud at the pic with your brothers and their wet suits. haha!
ReplyDeleteThe view from your beach house is incredible. I am jealous. Two more days and I will be on a beach too. Get me out of these ice lined streets.
hahaha! The Randy Donut's part of your journey makes me laugh so hard. It reminds me of when I told you how in heaven I was eating the Coconut Donut after my fast at work, some random donut from Dunkin Donuts. haha! I'm so glad you can fully relate to that feeling. After just being home from a 17 hour travel like yours I can now testify that after camping out at the Airport, you do indeed feel like death. It's good to see that you survived!
I can't wait to have you back in Provo. We should schedule a play date and take the mini up to the Children's Hour.