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Not much to say about the 7th. We drove the last 50 or so miles and offloaded what we could from the truck. Had pizza for dinner, as per moving day tradition. Oh, that's something. I went looking online for local pizza places. But we were in Berkley, CA. One of them offered pizza with all sorts of organically grown stuff in weird combinations. Another made more normal-seeming pizzas... until you got to the part where they delivered them uncooked so you could throw them in the oven yourself. Only thing with normal pizza in the area was a Domino's. So I ordered online (which one of the people in the house thought to be a brave and odd move). That was cool. The website has a progress bar for your order, so you can see stage by stage when they start on it, put it in the oven, box it, send it out for delivery... Finally, there was a line on the form for special driver instructions ("use the back door" or whatever). I put in "big yellow moving truck," figuring it would be a good landmark, and the driver would know whom to look for. Turned out to be a good thing. We were out at the truck when he pulled up. So he did, indeed, deliver the pizza to the big yellow moving truck. I found it vaguely amusing.
Went to pick up my rental car. I'd ordered a standard, but when I got there, I was given something a little different:
Turns out there was a company rule that since I was returning it to a different state they had to give me a car with out-of-state plates. And that was all they had.
It turned out to be a good transition. After a week of driving the truck, the huge SUV felt small, light, and low to the ground.
One other thing - looking at the maps of the area, I noticed that one of the suburbs of San Francisco is named Sunnyvale. I kind of want to go there and open up a themed restaurant and nightclub... named, of course, "The Bronze." I bet it'd pull in fans from all over. Don't know how it'd work getting the rights and requisite memorabilia and all, and it's not like I have a few million dollars just lying around waiting to be turned into a nightclub, but still... that would be awesome, wouldn't it?
Went to pick up my rental car. I'd ordered a standard, but when I got there, I was given something a little different:
Turns out there was a company rule that since I was returning it to a different state they had to give me a car with out-of-state plates. And that was all they had.
It turned out to be a good transition. After a week of driving the truck, the huge SUV felt small, light, and low to the ground.
One other thing - looking at the maps of the area, I noticed that one of the suburbs of San Francisco is named Sunnyvale. I kind of want to go there and open up a themed restaurant and nightclub... named, of course, "The Bronze." I bet it'd pull in fans from all over. Don't know how it'd work getting the rights and requisite memorabilia and all, and it's not like I have a few million dollars just lying around waiting to be turned into a nightclub, but still... that would be awesome, wouldn't it?
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