The Good Old OC

Here I am in the OC! The four of us piled into the Mini with our belongings tightly packed into "the boot" and we were off. We had high hopes of arriving here in six hours...but it took eight and a half long cramped hours to get here. It's always fun in the beginning, but then you reach that middle point and you're soooo ready to be at your destination! Are we there yet?

Now the boys are off to San Diego for two nights of drinking and debauchery and Syrette and I are happy as clams on the couch watching Kept on VH1 and knitting. I'm not feeling worried about Matt at all though, but if anything I'm more concerned about him getting too drunk and doing something stupid like falling in the gutter or something. We'll have to wait and see if he comes home scarred and broken. He's not really the type to want to live it up at the strip clubs, but you never know what the friends are going to make him do!