Pacific Beach
Last weekend, I flew out to Los Angeles for another fun-filled business trip. Luckily, Ryan was also in LA (flying for the president or something) so we had a chance to meet up Sunday evening.
Monday, I drove up to Camarillo where I stayed for the week for work. It was a pretty long week, filled with long hours and a few stressful days.
After it was all over, I hit the road again. This time, headed for San Diego. After getting stuck in LA traffic for two hours, I made it to Ryan’s house around 9pm.
Saturday we started the day with a little four mile run. Then we went to a barbecue with Ryan’s squadron, who had all recently received their call signs. Afterwards, we hung out on the beach for a couple hours. Some clouds rolled in, so we headed back to the house, freshened up, and then headed downtown for some drinks and dinner.
It was a crappy work week, but the flip side was that I got to spend some quality time with my brother, so it wasn’t all bad.
And now it’s time to head home. Six hours on US Airway who has no in-flight movie or anything. ‘Cant wait…