With only 200 miles left to drive, we had time to sleep in AND head back into the casino for some morning gambling! Neb was reluctant, but I paid him $100 to come gamble with me (which he paid back out of his winnings). The scariest part of this whole scenario was that we weren't the only people in the casino at 9:00 AM on a weekday....
Just a few more hours of (mind numbingly straight) driving on I5 and we hit "the grapevine" pass over the mountains into the Los Angeles basin. We went straight to the Campers' World store near Neb's house to refill the liquid propane and make one final dump of the black and gray water. By now, all of the wastewater management was old hat. So much personal growth since my formative days as the Poop Nazi.
We dropped the RV off at Neb's house and quickly jumped in the Super Cucas Shuttle (how I had missed her) to drive to Burbank to meet an old friend from the Stanford Fleet Street Singers for dinner. Greg Chun (affectionately known to us as "Chune") is now a talented voice actor and professional composer, but I mostly remember him as the guy with the photographic memory who could play any song on the piano by ear. I had hoped we'd have the chance to catch up with a few of the other guys from our Stanford singing days, but they were all out of town.
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| Chune! |
Back at Neb's house, I started unpacking the RV and packing up my stuff up for the RV return and my flight back to Albany the next day. Rachelle and the girls had been home for three days with the intent of getting some good nights' sleeps in their own beds. Ironically, they hadn't yet been able to do that. Rachelle called, in a highly frazzled state, and told me that the bat that had been in our house—and had forced them all to sleep in the living room—was back.! She was chasing it around the house with a tennis racquet while on the phone with me. I'm not sure what she thought I could do about the bat transcontinentally, but I guess I provided some comfort during her eradication maneuvers.
One last night, this time by myself, in the RV (in Neb's driveway) and the West Coast Adventure entered its final day. We returned the RV without much fanfare and went to the final performance of Neb's daughters' theater daycamp. Very cute...except for the part where some of the kids acted out commercials. I guess when you live in Southern California, it makes sense that theater daycamp would include some lessons for commercial auditions.
One last night, this time by myself, in the RV (in Neb's driveway) and the West Coast Adventure entered its final day. We returned the RV without much fanfare and went to the final performance of Neb's daughters' theater daycamp. Very cute...except for the part where some of the kids acted out commercials. I guess when you live in Southern California, it makes sense that theater daycamp would include some lessons for commercial auditions.
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| Lea Meisel |
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| Sophia Meisel |
Neb was kind enough to drive me to the Burbank airport to catch my return flight. And with that, our 2012 summer RV adventure was finally over.
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