As I mentioned before, I was a bit nervous about my trip to San Francisco. There were a bunch of parts of it that I had never for before and that always makes my panic/anxiety disorder come up.
The trip started easily. I drove my car to LAX and parked it in the garage that I usually use (The Parking Spot for those who care to know). Took the shuttle to LAX and headed to the gate.
I had a minor issue at TSA. For some reason, the RapiScan machine saw something suspicious on my body. The suspicious thing was near my chest, so I’m guessing it was my underwire in my bra. So besides getting scanned, I got a pat down as well.
When I got to San Francisco, I first had to head to the tram that connects the terminals. Fortunately, the signs were pretty easy to follow.
I got off at the terminal where the BART station is (I think it was the international terminal).
Then I ran down to catch BART. Thankfully there was a train there when I got my ticket. I got a nice seat and tried to relax for the ride.
I kept stressing out that I would miss my stop. So I was glad I chose a seat with a good view of the map of the BART line.
Literally after every stop, I’d check the map again and count how many more stops I had to go.
It took about 40 minutes to get from the airport to the stop that my brother told me to get off at.
Finally, my brother met me at the station and drove me over to his place. It was a long journey, but I’m glad I did it successfully.
As soon as I got to my brother’s house, I had only enough time to change my shoes for dinner. I’m glad I didn’t travel in my sloppiest clothes. We went out for Mexican food that was served family style, so I got to try a little of a couple of things. We had carne asada tacos, enchiladas, something that was fried (and I didn’t love too much), and really yummy guacamole.
After dinner, we walked down the street to a bar that had tabletop shuffleboard. My brother and his fiancée, Krystle, played a few games, and then I joined in along with Krystle’s friend, Anna, for one game.
After that, it was midnight and I was exhausted. I headed back to my brother’s place before the rest of the group, got into my pjs, and prepared myself for a busy weekend!
Oh, and since I promised it, here’s a picture of me in my new skinny jeans. My legs look funny because of the way I’m standing (my front leg is bend and my back leg is straight), but you get the idea.
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