Dancing, Crying, and Selling Out..

Now I find myself in Oakland, California….let me give you a little recap—on New Year’s Eve day, after much deliberation and to my utter dismay, I purchased a plane ticket from Denver to Oakland. The terrible weather, road closings, and absence of rideshare possibilities to the SF/Oakland area ultimately led to the decision. My over-the-road only purest dreams shattered with one swift credit card purchase. I was talked out of my original plan B (the 36+hour train ride) by my more reasonable minded cousins (Schloegels & Flynns), who explained that my already questionable sanity would be really put to the test early on the trip if I took the train. Plus the plane ticket was a lot cheaper- go figure.
Anyhoo, New Years Eve was initially celebrated amongst family (Schoegel bros., Flynn family, Nate Freschel, and Bob & Cecil’s family) and was subsequently followed by Mark, Nato, and I attacking a dance floor in downtown Frisco. Awoke today in a condo rented by people Nato claimed he knew (fact still in question) and spent a hellacious 2 hours stuffed in cousin Luke’s car with 4 others + gear driving to the Denver airport—easily my lowest point of the day and the first time I have cried since Grammy hinted that I may not be her favorite grandchild (if you are reading this Grammy, you’re MY favorite!) Now I am in Oakland, which is very pretty, if you would describe watching a homeless man crap on the sidewalk and taking in a smog sunset as pretty. First time in the Bay Area, so I will probably take in the sights tomorrow, while Luke is away being a doctor. Might see what the corner junkies have to offer… (just kidding Grammy)

Why say no when….
Brian