Sleepy Day

Today has been a very sleepy day. Between the late night game of OOTS (see previous post) and getting up early to take Ris to the airport, there was not many hours to sleep. After the airport trip an adventure began, as L, Ryoga, and I stood in line at Fry's: We were talking about how sad it was that there wasn't a Fatburger in Burbank any more. Yep, the same Fatburger that we took my mother to, once. Alas, very sad, except the guy in front of us heard us and said that there was another nearby! It was in Studio City (yes, apparently that's a city?), and he gave us directions which we promptly committed to memory and then forgot. This lead to us remembering exactly the first two turns of the directions, and not much else, so we meandered in the general direction for a while. Google was queried for help via text message, and that led to certain people being distracted by other neat features of their text message reply service, though we did get an address out of it. Anyways, the easiest way to describe that trip is to say that Ryoga was driving, though navigation certainly wasn't his fault. At one point we did two U-turns in a row, as right as the first was made we saw a sign for the 101, which was a clue that we should have kept going rather than turn around. Once we spotted the Fatburger, which was in a shopping center next to the street we were on at the time, we made 450 degrees worth of turns to enter the parking lot. It was a very enjoyable trip though, and the burger was as delicious as I'd expected.