Monday, December 31, 2007

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Every Thanksgiving, the Tregeagle clan makes the long trek to the Golden State for an 'annual family trip'. This year, however, it was put off. you see, this year my aunt who lives in Flo Flo decided to come visit for Thanksgiving instead of her usual visit on for Christmas. And, since banners are raisen, parties are thrown, and multi-colored confetti are prepared weeks before she arrives, the family trip was immediatly haulted till further notice. My goodly parents scrimped and saved for us to go a month after the usual date to return a mere five days before i move to the Sunshine State.

And so our journey began Christmas Day. We woke up to re-affirming beliefs in Ole Saint Nick, went to my grandma's for family breakfast, and an hour later we hit the open road. The hours sluggishly ticked off and around 8 we were dying for some grub.-One problem, Einstines that we are we fled our home the one night that basically the entire nation is shut down. Two cities and four hours later, we wound up at getting varied edibles from a Maverick gas station. Not my choicest of quisine but the mental image of my grandmother deigning to eat a microwaved breakfast burrito was worth any incovienience.
-Las Vegas- the foul stank regret douced in booze eminates from miles away. Ok, ok, to be fair Vegas really wasn't that bad except our 'hotel room' smelt like a wet mink coat that sat in a wardrobe for 78 years.

The next day, we packed up and moved onward. When you're trying to get somewhere its remarkable how slowly time goes by. We made it to Cali with limited family feud fortunatly and decided to go for some chicken dinner from Knott's Berry Farm. My grandma decided it was too cold to sit outside on the picnick benches and, being the crafty woman she is, found an alcove where i'm sure was once used for some eccentric purpose. Oh, and it was next to the restrooms.

The next day we went to Disneyland/California Adventure and had a perfectly pleasant day until the sun went down and Jack freakin' Frost came out to say "You will never escape me, you foolish mortals!"

The following night, I got to see Wicked in L.A. Besides seeing an advance screening of Juno, it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. It was so unbeliveably brilliant that I would take Idina's tony away and give it to Eden Espinosa playing and singing Elphaba with the most talent i've ever seen in a single person.

The drive home was a toned down torture seen from '24.' Everyone wanted to be home and out of the car and we let each other know it. Ten people in a minivan screaming at each other. Sounds like an episode of a bad 90's sitcom.

But I believe Dorthy said it best. "There's no place like home"

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