Epic adventure

who was the first one who decided to
put this furry brown thing in their mouth?

On the way home from work yesterday afternoon, Poblano and I decided we were too impatient to see each other and that I would start making my trip back home at around 7pm. Although the GPS said it would take about 6 hours and 40 minutes, I knew the weight of my foot and figured that if traffic cooperated, I might be able to make it in 5 hours. After shaving and consuming a very ripe kiwi, I packed up the car, made sure I remembered Toca and Oso, and started my pilgrimage back home. Luckily for me, traffic was light and by the time I rolled past Palo Alto, it was only 12:30am and I was wide awake belting out "You Da One" by Rihanna. The babies had given up on trying to escape their travel cage, which I think was their way of distracting me and getting me to stop singing, and was spooning each other in a peaceful slumber.

Oso's always the big spoon

As I got closer to Palo Alto, proud of myself that I was making such good time, the Jetta made a single loud beep indicating it could go 10 more miles before the beginning of a slow, quiet death. I didn't panic at first until I remembered the lady only takes diesel and finding diesel on the peninsula is surprisingly difficult. I took the exit at Palo Alto University and the Jetta, feeling ignored, angrily declared 10 seconds later that it had 5 miles left. By the time I reached El Camino Real, she was threatening a hunger strike and the meter read "0 miles." I felt her buck underneath me and seeing a Valero straight ahead, I pulled into it crossing all fingers and toes that they would have diesel. They did not. They also did not have a bathroom so the bladder I had told to be patient for the past 4 hours was also pissed off and the thought crossed my mind to piss in the back of the gas station against the brick wall. This was not a proud moment. Thankfully, the urgency of finding diesel overwhelmed the urgency of my bladder and after several unsuccessful attempts of finding nearby (no more than "0 miles" away) diesel, Poblano jumped out of bed, filled up a container of gas, and came to my aid in less than 15 minutes. We still made it home by 1:30am, which is pretty impressive in my book.