Kat and Kate do America

The dicey getaway drive from San Fran

The morning did manage to arrive for the two drunkards, and I was up at the crack of dawn attempting to erase the memories of the night before. I was elbow deep people, and it wasn't pretty. Yet for those of you who know me well, you will understand that when I finished the basin was shining and had a fresh lemon scent. We had to check out, and as we handed back the keys, the girl behind the desk asked the question 'so what happened in your room last night?', to which I replied 'i dont know what you're talking about, but its all cleaned up now', wink wink nudge nudge, she knew the score. We had to get a car so we were off to the rental place, when this guy turned round to us and asked if we were English and had been to Key West. Can you believe it, standing in the middle of China Town in San Francisco, it was the guy Tony who works in the hotel in Key West and had brought us deserts on the day of 'the incident', and was a general sweetheart! He was there on holiday and we had a good chat to him before picking up the pimpin Pontiac G6. We were on our way out of San Fran soon with an increasingly green looking Kate at the helm. We went on Highway 1 aka the Pacific Coast Highway, which offers good views of the coast. Unfortunately the only view that we wanted was the inside of McDonalds with a greasy burger in front of us. I took over the driving as Kate was growing increasingly sick, and as she dozed off I SWEAR the signs were adding miles to the distance to LA. We thought the drive would take about 2 hours and would get there by about 4pm, yet this drive was turning into a complete mission. Wanting to get there by midnight, we switched the nice scenery for the asphalt beauty of the 101. After the obligitory getting lost scenario in Hollywood, we eventually made to our new home by 11pm, only 7 hours late.

posted by Kat Weaver @ 5:01 AM