  Driving back from Carmel, Kelly and I drove 5 miles in 3 hours. We totally went whacky together, reverting to our younger selves, listening to gooshey love songs and playing Truth or Dare. I licked the car window like a dog, which was a lot better than calling Jen and telling her I like my a$# licked or calling my mom with that information.
Kelly had a few conversations with other delirious drivers with their windows down. The traffic forced me to appreciate the pine trees, all seven hundred million of them we passed. The stretch we were stuck on had no turnoffs, no gas stations, no restrooms. Kelly and I must have had good karma, because we stopped for that before the parking lot we encountered on highway 17. Other highlights of the traffic jam from hell include catching up with all the people in my phone list, and learning that in addition to Megan and Ian’s engagement, Dan and Karen are also getting married. I bonded with everyone in my family, and got to talk to Viet on the phone a record amount. Thank you Viet for sending the helicopter with ice cream sundaes and grilled cheese to come save us.
Really, thank you for the life saving philly cheese steak. Sorry Jen for not listening to you about taking the 101, and for me and Kelly being so sure of ourselves. It gave us the chance though to slow down, think about the freedom of not being stuck in traffic, and appreciate the little things, like even though I am now stuck in a cubicle, I can still get up and do a lap around the office. 
