Ahhh the torture of being a gypsy in the wilds of California.
There was a strange meeting of like minded Playa people in Sacramento that was opened to the straights and for a taste of playa people I was bound and determined to go. So I tried to get the one car, our ford of all things, to resurrect but I was unable to do it. As the other car was unregistered do to an inability to smog it, the smoke from the undercarriage would probably non-passable it, I went to the internet and checked the prices on rental cars. After much whining and pleading, with the “looks” from the wifeykins, I rented a car the next day. The beginning of that day started at 7:30 A.M. as I was struggling to fix the ford. I was unable to get it done as I didn’t have the right socket for the job. I had a shorty and the longy was needed, so I went back into the house and pleaded a bit more and then we were driving down to the airport and getting a car. A few moments later I was behind the wheel of what I affectionately referred to as the “pimp mobile”. It was a mercury sable, unsure of the year though. So electronic everything installed I shot back to the casa, after caffinating the wifeykins at her favorite place of coffee worship, I went back home, threw the stuff I would need into the car, and was on my way to Sac town.
I traveled through the rolling hills of California, down the 46 highway through the center of the state, smokin’ a little interplanetary frop, and listenin to the tunes off of the powerhouse of the valley, KRAB radio. Fairly uneventful ride, a great double double with grilled onions from In and Out and I arrived at my buddy’s house around fourish in the afternoon. After many squeezles and love, we retired to his garage and commenced to smoke the crazy interplanetary frop and get glassy eyed. The festivities started at eight in the evening and as the joint was at, according to the buddy, a close proximity to his domicile we decided that 7:30ish was around the time to go. So we hung out, got a few five dollar foot longs from Subway, and were on the road before you could slowly and gigglingly say “Ggggggooooooooooo”.
