What a bizarre trip to San Jose this was. It was our first time for more than a few hours when both of us would be without Landen. And it would be for three full days. How would we fare?
Thursday – We leave immediately after work, realizing that we forgot to pack lunch for Landen that day (we told Ash’s mom we’d have lunch for Thurs and Fri covered… oops!) Not a real issue. We get on the road, and it’s raining. Oh, but wait, when you start climbing in elevation, it starts SNOWING (May 27…), and of course, they have the road closed off to all but snow tires. So we have to pay $70 to get snow chains put on our car. Well, I guess it’s good we have them. Odd, when I go out for Memorial Day weekend, I don’t think to pack snow chains. We stop off at dinner (we had read the menu online) and were excited for some BBQ. What we got was lousy. Ash didn’t even eat it. So we hit In N Out so she could get something. We get lost a couple of times getting to Cyrus’. But finally we get there. It’s only got to get better.
Friday – With Cyrus at work, we go to the heralded Delaveaga Disc Golf Course. This is the site of an NT event (that happened the weekend before) and I’ve heard amazing things about it, especially it’s final “Top of the World” hole. Well, we played all 28 holes, give or take a couple. It was a mixed bag, as our weekend would be. There were some very good holes indeed – holes I hadn’t seen anything like on any course I’ve ever been on. And a few very very stupid holes. (Throw over all these trees to a basket that’s down there somewhere.) I thought the course overall was overrated, though not terrible. However, I lost two discs (my longest driver and my favorite midrange… grr) in some very thickly wooded cliff-like areas. More on that later. We finish, drive down to the Santa Cruz boardwalk, and have lunch that consists mainly of garlic (not a bad thing, mind you.) We drive home and hang with Erin for a little while, then Cyrus the rest of the night. Dinner and good conversation were highlights there.
Saturday – It is rapidly occurring to me that I’m long-winded. Saturday was Erin’s graduation, the reason we were there. After some massages in the morning (thanks CHI!) we head to the graduation and watch Erin walk up nearly last of 300 students to get her diploma in a short, sweet ceremony. Then it was on to the afterparty at Erin’s boyfriend’s place. SO MUCH MEAT there. And Asians. Lots of meat, lots of Asians. It was a really great time. We played games, had jello shots, decapitated a pinata. The entire day was just great. Then home to some very late night conversations with Cyrus, and off to bed.
Sunday – After a nice sleepin, we got up and had lunch with Erin and Cyrus (leftover meat!) After a wonky start, we were pretty excited as the weekend ended great. Oh wait, it wasn’t over yet. We had a flat tire. Much to our surprise, we had a full tire spare in our trunk, and not a donut, so on a Sunday (of a holiday weekend) we didn’t have to search for someplace open. One changed tire later, we got on the road. Oh, wait, we stopped at the pharmacy first, because I had to buy something for my MASSIVE poison oak that I got while rooting around for my discs at Delaveaga. Another reason I think it’s overrated. The trip home was uneventful. We spent all yesterday with Landen, who was finally his healthy happy self. It was good to be home.