Nice Day, UPS Concluded
I tried waking up at 10:30 AM yesterday morning to head on out to Gareth's house at 11:15, but I ended up waking up at 11:25 AM, lol. Anyways I high tailed it out of my house toward Jack London Square. However I made one fatal mistake. I took 580 west instead of 880 north up to Oakland. Stupid stupid me, I knew something was wrong when I didn't go through any traffic on 238 or see the ballpark. Sheeze. So I kept on calling Willy, and he kept on saying "get off on Broadway, make a left turn, it'll be on your left." I saw no Broadway. I drove and drove and drove, MacArthur, Harrison, highway 24, Richmond exit, finally 80 west or 980 to who knows where. I get on 80. Go over the overpass... oh crappers. "Crap, crap, crap." I thought to myself (ok in not so light terms). I see the Bay Bridge. Doh!!! However thanks to all my sittings in Willy's car, I "merge" over three lanes and get out at the last possible Oakland exit. From there it was relatively easy finding Jack London Square, as 880 was pretty close by. The only difficult part was parking. I found an open spot on the curb, but a woman in a late 90's BMW jacked it. So I park right behind her. I leave the woman 3 inches of space and my trunk is blocking a driveway. Oh well, screw them I say. I go in the restaurant, and I sit down into a packed table with friends who I've known for who knows how long. The food was good, company was great, and everyone was having a jolly good time. I even looked the window to find that the woman with the BMW made it out off the curb no problems. Props go out to her. I ended up leaving when everyone else left. Carol came over to my house right after and we watched X-Men and played some cards. It's always great spending time with my neighbor ;P heh. Anyways today I got my Motorola V60. Nice little phone. Oh and I finally got my package. Turns out that UPS delivered to 6448 Crestwood Drive, which is right across the street from my house. What a mofo. I looked at the sticker with the address on it, and I have to say that it is rather confusing because the paper overlaps itself and you can't really tell what the last number is. I went across the street, indentifed myself, and the guy handed me the box before I concluded my introduction. Good stuff. Last night I managed to wreck havok through my room. I brought the wrecking ball and cleaned my room out. Now it's all spiffy (or close rather), woohoo. You know, I was in the shower, and I couldn't think of how things happen the way they do. Why do certain things happen? What makes people do things or feel the way they do? I don't know man, it's pretty heav. Oh well, some things are and some things are just aren't supposed to be. Excuse me please, while I think about this somre more.