My bags are packed, I'm ready to go...and not out of Burbank as I'd hoped.
I've got to drive to Burbank, turn in the car I've driven twice, take the shuttle to LAX and leave at 11P. Sometimes, award travel sucks.
My treat for being put out this way is....an In and Out burger. Ohhhhhhh, yes, an In-n-Out burger, the hamburger that is perfect in it's pure simplicity. For awhile, I turned my back on this bit of culinary wonderfulness... I'd had a bit of a breakdown, and something I'd yearned for, looked to, cracked up during and was ruined because of my hitting that brick wall....the sobbing afterwards took place in In-n-Out napkins and when they ran out, into the paper bag itself.
This did not leave good memories for me.
I'm good now...and I want to make it up to In-n-Out, with a classic burger, heavy pickles, no onions, small fry and a diet coke. Comeon... you've got to make up the calories somewhere. The fries are made fresh right there... the buns, soft bits of yeasty dough baked and sliced. The meat...oh, yes!
In-n-Out, a trip to WalMart... perhaps a swing by Borders. After all, I did pay for three days of use on the car....might as well drive at least a half of a tank worth of gas before I turn it in.