Midnight. In Megan's tiny miniature toyota driving 3 and a half hours to Columbus to get on a plane for San Francisco. Radio off, all of us too wired to sleep, talked the entire way until the fog banks covered the road and we drove on in tense silence. Pulled into the parking lot, thankful to have arrived this far on time and in one piece. Found the SkyBus Check-in to stand in line and have a much maligned discussion about medical abnormalities. (Did not know it was possible to excrete fecal matter out of ones vagina...) Hurried up and waited for the terminal Bar to open only to discover that the first drink would not be poured until we were already onboard our plane. Most disappointing. Made do with juices and caffine and for Speck, copious amounts of water. Arrived exhausted, slap-happy, and still wired at Oakland Airport at about 7:45 am. There we were met by Grossman who pointed the way to a smoking venue. Man I needed a cigarette so bad by the time we landed!
Now we were here and what else to do but pile into another tiny car. (Why did we do all of our driving in 2 door toyotas?) So with Grossman and Gallaway in the front seat and Speck, Megan and Polly in the back along with Speck's suitcase we drove into San Francisco proper for our first encounter with the local cuisine, Mel's Diner.