Driving Miss Crazy

The weekend before we left for Philly, Will, Kiley, Benji and I took a quick trip to San Diego to attend a robotics tournament. We were going to scout out our competition for the upcoming trip to Atlanta. We never actually made it to the robotics competition.

First, we made a wrong turn and ended up in Palm Springs, which is marked with a pink star to the right of our route on the map below. We were chatting and laughing and paying absolutely no attention to the fact that we were on the completely wrong freeway until, hi, welcome to Palm Springs.

Then we went to Dick's Last Resort. With the intentionally rude waiters, the good beer, the inappropriate paper hats, and the even more inappropriate balloon animals, you can only go to Dick's if you have loose morals. Which we do.

Then there was this:

It came down to a choice between robots and margaritas. The margaritas won. All three days.

Comments

[Maya]

I absolutely love that after all the robot-y anguish, MARGARITAS WON. Does your hat say "Spreads like Butter?" and if so, could you make that your new tagline? Love it. That picture of the pool is very....I dunno, Rat Pack resort brochure chic.

[Benji]

i love it, i want to see all the pictures from that night. so much fun.

[Rachael]

YAY ATLANTA!! ;-) Don't make any wrong turns on the way... once you cross the Mississippi - those could be dangerous!! Hope to see you while you're here!

Rach ;-)

[Lissa]

The margaritas should ALWAYS win. No contest.

[Chris]

Robots....margaritas...yeah, you made the best call.

[Zandria]

Oh, my gosh. Are you kidding me? Why am I not surprised? So much talking and laughter in that car that you didn't realize you weren't heading to San Diego until you wound up in Palm Springs? I love it. And I totally don't blame you for staying. :)