walked 5 miles in the wrong direction down the median of the highway in the middle of San Diego (a city I had never been to previously). Randomly was walking through a neighborhood like 8 miles away from the house we were renting looking for the house when a taxi happened to pass by. Told him we were on mission beach and tried to get directions to walk it, he called me a dumbass and took me home. Twas a good night in all.
One of the only memories from the same night was buying a giant bag of that smartfood white cheddar popcorn, walking out of the gas station, opening the bag and dumping the entire bag into my mouth at once. All I remember is getting like 4 pieces in my mouth and looking down at the ground at the entire bag of popcorn all over the ground in a circle around me and the feeling of shear depression I felt for my lost popcorn.
