Everything that could go wrong did. Thirty miles down the road I realized we couldn't possibly make it and turned around. Crying. I never do that. I was being a brat. I took the back roads back home instead of the freeway. Much safer when one is upset. I'm just about over it. There will be other parades and I'll plan a little better next time. We still have the Giants game in July and I won't be driving. We've charted a bus.
My San Francisco friend says it's foggy and drizzly there today.
Oh well. On a scale of 1 to 10 this is not even a fraction. It just hit at the end of a very bad week and it was the crowning touch.
End of whine once again. I was already getting comments about the trip so thought I'd explain once instead of 15 times.
Talk to you later.