New Years Eve

Poopoo called and need me to pick up one of her relatives and bring them to Valencia (By magic mountain) for the funeral on New Years Day. Her flight was coming in at 9:45p which wasn't too bad so Maddy and I went to LAX at the appropriate time and called her on her cellphone and she said she was waiting outside in a hat, white t-shirt and jeans we drive by the Delta terminal Three times. Its now about 10:30p. We don't see her. I'm beginning to think she doesn't know what the hell she is talking about. Then I hear it, "I'm next to the BOB HOPE SIGN."

I had picked up Poopoos aunt at LAX the prior week and everything went smooth as lemonade. It turns out that Poopoo gave me all the info except which airport to which I was going. Her relative is at Burbank!

Maddy and I jam all the way from West LA across the valley and to the other side of Burbank. Fortunately for us everyone was pretty much at their NYE destination which meant smooth sailing.

We pick her up and had a good laugh over it and and made it to Valencia in time for the big ball drop.