The strangest thing happened on the way to Chula Vista. For a couple of minutes, Danny, Adrian, Lori and I all quit complaining. We stopped text messaging and calling folks on our cell phones. All arguing and shit-talking ceased.

Were we silent? No.

We sang. And, no, it wasn't a goofy Christmas carol. Instead, we sang at the top of our lungs to Forgiveness by Goldfinger, a song that all of us know but hadn't heard in months... maybe a year or two.

It was so odd, but fitting considering a conversation we had almost as soon as we got on the road. For a couple of minutes, we agreed on a song we all liked and we sang with genuine gusto. We were all in a good mood and enjoying each other's company. I suppose that's the best thing about the holidays.

I couldn't help but think that we looked very California sitcom-ish. I swear, we weren't trying to be a clich� as we - four good looking kids - sped south on the 5, wearing sunglasses to block the sun as we stared out to view the sun glaring off the Pacific Ocean to our left.

[Note: Check my textamerica site for some pics from the drive to Chula Vista and the last couple of days.]

Me siento: good, can't complain
Escuchando: caifanes, "detr�s de ti"

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