Those who live in LA know about holiday traffic here: in December, people totally forget all rules of the road, and finding a parking spot turns into some kind of bloodthirsty free-for-all. Add a little rain on top of that (LA natives are notoriously horrible at driving in rain), and holiday shopping becomes a health hazard. If not for the fact that online shopping gifts would arrive too late for the holidays, I’d have nearly no reason to leave my house. Anyway, that’s LA traffic right now. The other night, I went to a holiday party at The Phoenix’s house. With traffic, the drive was about 3.5 hours (maybe more, I had to go to my happy place in my head in order to make the drive bearable, so I don’t know exactly how long I was on the road.
On the way, I made a grave error in judgement: I stopped and got Taco Bell drive-thru.
My holiday gift to you, dear reader, is an anti-gift. It’s what not to give, and what not to get, for the holidays: food poisoning. Probiotics and Pedialyte is no way to spend a weekend.