Chase and I spent our 4th anniversary driving back home from our trip (maybe we'll go out to dinner or something next week?? We'll see). We hit a mini-blizzard going through a mountain pass, but managed to get through alright, though it set us an hour behind schedule. We stopped for dinner in Bakersfield, and managed to pick the seediest fast food restaurant. Ever.
We should have taken the hint and turned around when we hit an enormous pothole in the parking lot (we're talking a full 3 feet in diameter), but alas! we got out of the car and went inside. We spent our entire meal eying different gang members walk in and out, and listening to an either insane or very drugged up woman alternate between laughing and crying to herself. Loudly. Livia wouldn't stop staring at her, which made me nervous. And Chase, who thrives on the ironic, kept making wiggly eyebrows at me and saying "happy anniversary, babe."
Ah, it was memorable. At least it was that. Ü
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You should have gotten matching gang tats in honor of the occasion and setting.
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