So Friday after work I began my 8 hour epic journey to Chico to pick Vinz up. The drive down was mostly uneventful and really damn long. I got there at like, 1:30 in the morning and I was exhausted after working all day and not sleeping the day before. Good times.
Vinz was so excited to see me! :D It was awesome, I missed my doggy. Friend Tom and my mom brought him halfway for me. Then the next day we went to breakfast and Vinz and I came home. The drive back was… mostly uneventful, and even longer cause I had to keep stopping trying to get Vinz to poop. He never did, bugger.
Oh well, the eventful part was when CHP pulled me over 20 miles from the border. They clocked me going 90 hahahaha. Oops. But then Vinz was being all buddy-buddy with the cop (who was quite confused when he saw my CA license with an address in Glendale, my registration with an address in Burbank, and my Oregon car insurance lmao) and so, the cop was like “tell you what, how about if I give you a warning on the speed, and a fix-it ticket because I can’t figure out where you actually live, so the DMV probably has no idea either.” and I was like “… that sounds good to me, I’ll let the DMV know I’m in Portland now, thanks :D” and Vinz was like, “hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi !!” and I was like “no dude, we are being pulled over, this is not exciting.”
That is all.