The best day of my life?
I recently returned from a whirlwind road trip to the Southland with Marie and her parents. It was fun, if not a little strange.
The highlight for me, oddly, was a traffic accident. I'm pretty sure no one was hurt, so it's okay to laugh, but we saw an honest-to-God beer truck flipped over on I-5. It turned out not to be the Homer Simpsons fantasy I would have expected: imagine three of four lanes about a foot deep in shattered amber glass, and the overwhelming smell of Bud Light baking on asphalt. It was awesome.