California Day 1

So yesterday I left bright and early for California
and when I say bright and early I dont even mean bright because it was 5 am and the sun wasnt going to be out for quite a while yet. But if I wanted to get to San Louis Obispo I had the leave then. So I get on my plane no problems, I check my bag, I wedge myself into my little sleep position and I cover myself in my pea coat, was lovely. Until I woke up right before descent and I have the worst airsickness I have ever had, (though I have never been airsick before so it wasnt hard) and I manage to make it into my sick sack and am feeling much better and kind of proud that I made it into the bag and didnt make a huge mess and then the flight attendant comes over to try and talk to me about where I am going ... the proud feeling is immediatly embarrasment and I am attempting to make small talk with a bag full of puke in my hands. This is not good, I am trying to decide how to dispose of said bag and end said conversation when I look down and realize it is leaking all over my peacoat. Great. So I ask for some club soda and napkins and perform as much damage control as possible before getting off the plane and carrying around the smelliest jacket from flight to flight ... no good :( also it was my only blanket source I was pretty close to tears, but then I remembered HEY I am going to CALIFORNIA! so yeah I was only grumpy for a bit , but smelly a little longer :X .
So the flight from Charlotte to Pheonix was like a mini twilight zone, I have no clue how long I was actually on that plane with the time zone switch and all and it didnt help I slept most of the flight but the guy next to me kept my waking moment entertaing. Apparently the guy next to me and the two directly across the isle had decided to drink the trip away. Guy next to me ended up with at least 7 bottles before all was said and done and these people ended up geeking out over video games, display severly different ideas on who was punk music and told the girl 10 years thier senior that she was wearing marilyn manson shirts in kindergarden. It was interesting and then they broke the jet bridge. Luckily we were already 20 mins early and no connections were harmed but I got to play buckle the seat belt with a little girl named sparrow and her doll covered in ink pen who was exactly as tall as her. But this was after she crawled into the seat next to me face first into my puky jacket :(
When finally off in Pheonix, which by the way is VERY flat, I went straight across the entire terminal to my gate, chipper and cheerful, just got off the phone with my uncle to remind him, "Hey I will be there in a couple hours! " and as soon as I get to the counter I hear the dreadful words "Thank you for being a volenteer, here is your 300 dollar vaucher and your new gate is right down there." Nonononononoooo. :( the next flight directly to SBP isnt until 9 something, it is 11 am at this point. Luckily I called my uncle and switched myself to Santa Barbara and landed at the same time I was supposed to.
Upon landing I checked to make sure my bag was waiting for me in SBP and got in the car with my cousin Teddy, we drove along the highway which proved to be absolutly stunning and full of color and flowers and far away hill thingies that I think they beleive are mountains... not the case but cool looking none the less. We stopped at a hole in the wall joint and got chilli dogs and onion rings and the like and set off to pick up my bags. Upon arrival no one is at the airport, we have both a giftshop girl AND a TSA agent tell us to go check in the back for the bag/ counter agent and I respond with " I wont get arrested or anything will I ?" ( This is an airport you know, you dont just go waltzing around.) and they respond with "No, but dont tell them I told you you could go back there." Fun. But we went back there and no one was present except another TSA agent who knocked on a door and told us to come back at 8 30 when anyone would be back, there is noone present at the SBP airport from 130- 830 on sundays, not comforting.
After this I meet the cousins girlfriend, I was my jacket, I check my facebook, etc and then my uncle Ted comes home (and yes were are not only dealing with a junior but a III, Theodore is quite the family name) we hang out for a bit and tells me how much I look like my aunt Elaine which I have not heard in years, and we talk to my mom about her trip in Rome and we then head out for sushi. I love sushi and I dont think I have ever had SO much sushi in one sitting. Was lovely. After sushi we went and did a tour of the Madonna Inn while killing time to get my bag, it was amazing. It was this lovely mesh of vintage wonderland. I didnt get to see the rooms in person but they had pictures of all of the themed ones and they were amazing, they had an automatic waterfall urinal in the mens room, there were genuine rock walls with real fossils poking out in places with hand carved railings and whimsical metal work. I died and went to kitchy vintage heaven. everything was bright colored and happy. Oh and they have an infinity pool and a waterfall outside that surges on the hour. http://www.madonnainn.com/ that is the website but I deffinitly suggest googleing "madonna inn rooms" and looking at the pictures they are phenominal. http://www.madonnainn.com/features.php thats the official websites pictures of the rooms.
So after my tour and some pictures we went and got my bag, we got back to the house chatted and then I finally went to sleep almost 20 hours after my 5 am boarding.
was lovely :) Now on to day 2 <3