Day 1: Tour de Northern Cal

So as I mentioned earlier I am currently en route to California for a little fun filled family vacay. Although yesterday, it began a bit rocky for my dad when he went to the bank to get travelers checks only to learn travelers checks are no longer made. Apparently he didn't realize he was the only person who still used these past about 1996. Anywho, my mom and dad and I stayed at Jade and Bill's the night before. As did Jordan, whom you all know occupies Jade's basement. So that's six people, six people with one bathroom thanks to some home renovation currently underway. So when I woke up in the middle of the night having to pee extremely bad due to 2 bottles of wine I shared with Kate earlier, I was really faced with a tough decision given the one working bathoom  was upstairs. Upstairs tucked away in the very dark corner of Jade and Bill's room. Jade's older home isn't exactly ideal for navigating through in the dark, and even though she left me a flashlight I was still not certain I wanted to make the trek. The worst part was I was kinda wine hungover and woke up from a dream where I was drinking gallons and gallons of water. The situation was turning bad fast so I decided my only option was outside. Don't judge me, no one ever said peeing outside is only acceptable when drunk. So I'm headed out Jade's back door and just as I'm walking out my dad was waking in. He said "it's all yours" and walked back to bed. Indoor plumbing is so overrated.
So now just one more hour and we're there. I swapped the kicking child from last flight and am now stuck with an old man beside me whom I have been arm battling with since we sat down. He seems to think that because his arms are bigger and have more hair he gets not only the arm rest but is free to let his arm spill over onto my side, as well. I think otherwise. This is going to be a long hour if I have to continually move my arm every second to secure my space. I just need to remind myself to be grateful I'm on a plane and not a train. It's nice to not have to step over coolers full of beer blocking the aisle- or scantily dressed drunk 40 year women on a bachelorette trip.  I told Chris that if I someday find myself as a 40 year old in a Hollister Jean skirt riding a train sipping Natty Lites wearing a penis hat and testicle necklace something must have gone seriously wrong.