On Thursday we leave for Oregon. Because we are intelligent people, we opted to fly out of Oakland. Here is where I remind you that I live in Santa Barbara. Here is also where I inform you that Santa Barbara is about five hours from Oakland, provided the traffic is good. See? Intelligent people.
In our defense, we thought we'd combine Christmas and New Year's into one extended trip. Being that many of our friends have moved to the San Francisco Bay Area, we thought there'd be a good chance of being able to crash somebody's NYE party up there. We reasoned that we'd just fly back into Oakland after Christmas with the beau's family, pick up our car, and be ready to celebrate without having to drive very far. Right? Sounds reasonable. Except we forgot all of our friends are now 30 years of age, too, and that we have collectively undergone a transformation in which the only thing we are motivated to do after sunset is park our asses on the couch and watch House Hunters. Oh well. Whomever we hang out with, we will all probably be crowded onto one couch and dozing by 10:30 p.m., and it will probably be the best New Year's Eve in the history of forever.