Hopefully everyone had a fantastic weekend, even if you had to go back to work today. My weekend certainly had some highs and lows… Let me tell you about the important lesson I learned…
Fill up your gas tank! Everyone knows that LA is legendary for its traffic. On Friday afternoon, I left a client’s house to be met with some of the worst traffic I have experienced yet – it took me over an hour to travel two miles to the freeway! My gas light had gone on the previous day but I never drive very far or for very long so I wasn’t super concerned. I jokingly texted Marcus to say I hoped I wasn’t going to run out of gas.
I should’ve knocked on wood or something because as I was rounding a curve on the lovely Pacific Coast Highway, I felt my car start to sloooow down. I put my flashers on, pulled onto the shoulder, and rolled as far as I could until my trusty vehicle finally rolled to a stop. My immediate thought was absolute panic – despite never having an accident or getting a ticket of any kind, I am not confident driver at all. I actually had really bad anxiety about it after moving to LA that I’ve finally mostly gotten over. But a took a deep breath and relaxed – I wasn’t going anywhere anyway!
I called my office and told them I wasn’t going to make it to my next appointment. “Car trouble,” I told them. Indeed. Then I called Marcus who was trying his best not to sound super disappointed in me. He was already on his way home from work so he said he’d head my way. Luckily there was a gas station literally around the corner, so I walked over there, bought a gas can, and filled it up. In case you’re wondering, you have to push the nozzle thingy in pretty hard to get any gas to come out – for a Jersey girl who only learned how to pump her own gas about two years ago, I was pretty proud of myself.
I walked back to the car and was glad I wasn’t any further away because two gallons of gas was getting kinda heavy. I was all pumped up at the prospect of being an independent woman – fueling my car from a plastic can without any help! Then I couldn’t figure out how to put the little spout thingy onto the can and didn’t want to risk spilling gas all over myself, so I opted to wait for help to arrive. That’s when I started tweeting about the whole thing – apparently running out of gas is a lot of your worst fear! Marcus arrived after a few minutes, helped me with the spout thingy, then we headed home. So thankful to have him!
Saturday was much less exciting. We went to our farmers market to grab some breakfast. We both got french toast – this is seriously the best stuff ever. Made to order, they soak the bread in the egg-y mixture then sort of scramble it up in the pan as it cooks, then add in fresh cranberries and golden raisins. Mmm my mouth is watering just thinking about it! I enjoyed it with some delicious fresh iced coffee.
On Sunday, we spent most of the day lazing around the house, then went out to dinner at a sushi place and had ice cream for dessert. I live for dessert!
How was your weekend? Did you learn anything new?