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When I left work the network was still slow due to problems from our service provider. I was glad to finally get out; the 20-minute ride home seemed normal enough but for some reason took an hour. It was a bit odd that it didn't feel like it took that long. Shortly after I arrived home tom was urging me to get my butt in gear so I wouldn't miss my plane so no time to rest, we were off to SFO.

I had Tom drop me off at US air since that is who I bought my tickets through, on my confirmation email it said, US airways operated by United. I questioned it a little but figured it might have been like how Courtyard is managed by Marriot. When I went to use the credit card check in, I was doing good on time, but I wasn't having luck getting my ticket. It couldn't find my ticket; in fact after I put in a whole bunch of information the machine told me I didn't have one. After five minutes of waiting for the one guy working another man showed up and told me I needed to see if my flight was at united... As I figured, but what I wanted to know was, how I was supposed to get all the way to the other side of the airport? SFO is a giant circle with one small slice of pie taken out. I was at one end, US Air is the first airline, and United is the last. I was screwed. The US air person advised me to run, there were no shuttles.

I considered asking some random person in a car twenty bucks to ride me over to other side of the airport, but for some reason the airport seemed exceptionally abandoned. The only car at the curb had a slight blond woman who was attending to two babies in the back seat. I wandered up and then thought better not, I didn’t want to scare her. I began my quick paced walk, refusing to run. I made to United, got my ticket, got through security and made it on the plane. Everything was good again.

After I landed in LA I called Dana and Lanny to let them know I had landed and was ready to be picked up, then called Tom to let him know all was well, and then I checked my voice mail. It was Wendi; She was out of breath, when she began her long tale of the events she had just gone through.

“I am at the Ontario Airport,” her message started. I thought to myself I'm at LAX... And not expecting you to pick me up. She actually paused long enough for me to think this. “You will never believe my day. I had to leave work early because you know how Trevor got the acting job on the TV show, well he was on his way when some bitch decided she didn't need to stop at a light, no wait a stop sign and she destroyed his car, Trevor's fine... and the mechanics thought they could fix it but then they said it was too late and so I had to leave to get him and take him, and oh my god the traffic is terrible, we didn't think we were going to make it an we called and they said don't bother, they would recast, but then they said no just hurry... And now I'm in Ontario..." I hung up; you never know how long she can go on leaving a voice mail without a single pause. I decided to just call her and see if I could get his all to make sense.

Trevor got a job working on the new TV show LAX, they are filming at the Ontario airport. Trevor's car went boom but he is fine, he just needed to get to the set/airport. After they finally get through the traffic and Wendi Drops him off she is waiting for him because she doesn't know if he will be able to get a ride back with anyone. Kirsten is on the show too but she may not be filming tonight. So Wendi was just wandering around Ontario and noticing the people of Ontario really like their burgers since there is a burger place on every block, but no bookstore in the whole city a far as she can find.

After I hung up with Wendi, Dana and Lanny picked me up. They told me Celia just called them and feeling weird, she is pregnant with her second and on Wednesday is going to find out if she is going to have a boy like she has been hoping. We start to head to Newhall and stop at the Saugus Café that is supposedly where James Dean had his last meal. As soon as we arrived my cell phone rings, it's Tom and he is really agitated.

He informs me that he was lounging in his boxers and reading his book when he heard an odd noise. He played it off as nothing and went back to reading when he heard another louder bang and this time the kitties both came running into the bedroom and hid. Tom went to the front room to investigate the noise only to see our downstairs squatter "Crackey" standing in the middle of Market Street throwing shit at our windows. Of course Tom screamed at him to get out of the street (you all know how many accident happen in front of my place without a man standing in the middle of the busiest thoroughfare in the city) as well as a "What the hell are you doing?"

"Hey, guys I locked myself out, can you let me in?” Tom was furious, he makes noise at all hours, he uses up the last of our laundry detergent, and he asks constantly for our help with everything, including changing the batteries on the remote and money. By the time Tom had threw on some clothes and walked down to the front door he must have had flames coming out his ears.

He opened the front door and started back up to our flat. Crackey called up to him, can you open the front door to my flat. This is when Tom really lost it. He told him, "We don't even know if he is supposed to be allowed in, Eric is the nice one, I'm not. I don't like you... I don't care! I don't know where the key is and Eric is out of town, so you are out of luck.”

Crackey offered up a buck to pay for the Laundry detergent of which he used up half the Costco size container without asking. Tom's response was that he didn't want the buck, that he wanted to be left alone in peace and quiet, he went into our apartment got the key gave it to Crackey and said, we don't want it back, and closed the door. (The reason we had it was so we could save, the dog Jackson in case of a fire or other emergency)

Back in the Café, I ordered a chocolate chip waffle with a side of Sausage links while I relayed the story to Dana and Lanny who have both had run ins with Crackey. As my beautiful waffle covered in chocolate chips arrived Lanny jumped a little and reached for his phone. I took my first bite and Lanny said into the phone. "Oh, OK." He put his phone away. He looked in shock.

“Celia lost her baby, she wants us to come.” We got the check and headed back down towards the hospital in LA...it seemed to take forever to get there unlike my trip home from work which didn't seem to take as long as it did. When we got there Celia, her husband Mike and her first baby Charlie were all in the little room. Mike seemed relieved to see us, he clearly had no idea how to deal with this situation (neither did I), and he just paced with a blank look.

We all shuffled in gave Celia a hug. Dana brushed Celia hair softly with her fingers while Celia told us how her baby was dead and that she was still going to have to give birth. Lanny held her hand as she continued, I thought they were just going to tell me it was nothing and that I should go home, like all the other times. "So did we" Lanny said quietly. "Mike needs help too" Celia said with a tear falling down her red cheeks. Dana walked over to Mike, put her arms around him and Mike began to cry.

The Book And The Canal - Calexico - Feast Of Wire


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Aug. 9th, 2004 01:23 pm (UTC)
Soap Opera what!? :)

Aug. 9th, 2004 01:33 pm (UTC)

and I don't think I've ever gotten a comment that fast.
Aug. 9th, 2004 01:35 pm (UTC)
i'm so sorry to hear of their loss
Aug. 9th, 2004 01:46 pm (UTC)
Oh,no! That's so sad...what a crazy weekend you had.
Aug. 9th, 2004 07:30 pm (UTC)
wow! that is a seriously weird and busy weekend. you're kinda making me feel a little boring here...
Aug. 10th, 2004 06:25 pm (UTC)
It was just so odd, I felt like I was in a movie.
Aug. 10th, 2004 11:33 am (UTC)

Aug. 14th, 2004 11:45 am (UTC)
Oh man.... what a bummer way to end. You told the story really well too.

That's funny what tom did to crackey... makes me laugh.
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