Casey, MikeO, and myself managed to coerce
our very nice friend Leticia into waking
up at the ass crack of dawn to drive us to
the airport for a quick flight to LA. A double
Bloody Mary and a twenty minute nap later,
we were at baggage claim to meet up with
ripper Jordan Armenta and our fearless leader
Ken who flew all the way from Tennessee.
We spent more time at LAX trying to get the
rental van than we did the whole morning
getting to LA from Santa Cruz. The van that
was reserved for us did not exist… at all.
They had lost the reservation. Ken stepped
up, worked his voodoo magic and his newly
acquired southern charm and scored a brand
spankin’ new 2016 12 passenger Ford Transit.
SFO
LAX
TOP LEFT TO RIGHT: CASEY MEYER, RICHIE JACKSON,
JORDAN ARMENTA, AND GARRETT GINNER