detour

We originally planned to take the greyhound bus to get to Santa Barbara. This was definitely an option we didn't want to take, but it seemed to like the easiest option.
Little did we know, greyhounds are NOT convenient. We left the house at 5am for our 6:45 departure. After standing in line for an hour and a half with smelly people offering us weed, we were about to get on the bus.
There's five of us in our group. Four of us got in, but there wasn't any room for the fifth person. We weren't about to leave ANYONE behind and so we would have had to take the next one which would leave at 9am. With a transfer in LA [again, our seat isn't guaranteed so we wouldn't even be sure if we could get on the first available one] we would probably get to Santa Barbara around 9-ish. Funny enough, it would take us long to get from Vegas to SB then LAX to Germany.
So pretty much, after thinking everything through, we decided to take Ben's car to drive to Santa Barbara.
Right now, I'm at the kitchen table, enjoying a wonderful bowl of honey nut cheerios waiting for the boys to fit all the luggage in Ben's trunk.
I've been up for four hours and we have not progressed in our journey. In all honesty, if we were supposed to get on the bus, we would have. It just wasn't meant to be.