What a shitty weekend.
Went down to Los Angeles for the weekend with my girlfriend. Left on Friday. I was about 2 hours out from Los Angeles on the I-5 and I got pulled over by a cop. It was like 9-10PM at this point, and I driving on Cruise Control at 75 MPH. The speed limit is 70MPH. Honestly, on the I-5 going 75MPH is the equivalent of going 5-10MPH under the speed limit, but whatever.
Cop was like "I clocked you going 86MPH but its the Holidays, so I'm going to give you a break and report it as 75MPH." I told him that's pretty interesting since I've had my Cruise Control on for slower than that for the last 20 minutes or so. He's like "I'm trying to be nice and you're calling me a damn liar?" and I'm like what the fuck ever - just give me my ticket since I'm not trying to get shot over a speeding ticket.
We're in LA now, at the place we rented off AirBNB (Which is a studio, that apparently was designed without having a door to the shower/bathroom). I've been experiencing erectile dysfunction off and on for like a month now. I've had every test imaginable, but the doctor thinks its just psychological. So he prescribed some medication, which isn't covered by health insurance and is like $20 a damn pill. I went with Cialis since it lasts 2-3 days, but my doctor warned me that since it lasts longer - if there's any side effects - it'll last longer since its in your system longer. The medicine worked, but of course I got one of the side effects, which was diarrhea. To the point where I was bloated, cramped and shitting out clear water. For multiple days, multiple times a day.
My girlfriend had been coming down with something on our way down to So Cal, and by Sunday, the day we were supposed to go to Disneyland - she was completely KO'd with fever, aches, headache, etc. So she ended up staying back at the AirBNB place, and I had to find a friend last minute to go.
Monday morning, I was parked at a Mexican grocer since my girlfriend wanted to get some conchas. We went there and then to a restaurant across the way that had some bomb aguas frescas and breakfast burritos. We came back from the restaurant, and as I was getting in, my girlfriend was like "wait, I think someone hit your car."
Someone hit and run my car. Fortunately, there was a security camera pointing RIGHT AT the area where someone had hit me. Oh wait never fucking mind, I went into the grocer that it belonged to and that was one of like 20 fucking cameras that was not working.
That's a lot of bullshit for any one person to endure over a damn weekend, but naw, we ain't done yet. I took the 101 back to San Jose, because fuck the I-5 after that speeding ticket. While I was around Santa Barbara, my rear passenger tire blew out, probably from the hit and run. Fortunately I had an actual spare tire, and we were still in daylight...
