Amazing what a difference two years can make. I am, of course, referring to my recent trip down south to Santa Cruz. The last time I went, sometime in November 2007, I went with my stoner friend Josh; we left in the afternoon, and arrived around night-time. The trip took us a good 4, maybe even 5 hours; mostly because we were lost, and had to rely on a physical map to get us from one road to another. Add that to the fact that Josh was driving like a maniac on roads filled to the brim with twists and curves, and I was most assuredly given a very, very memorable drive to Santa Cruz with him.
In contrast, I went to Santa Cruz last week with my friend Manpreet. His I-Phone pretty much spat out all the directions we needed to get to Santa Cruz; we made the trip in about 2 and a half hours, much to my chagrin. But I guess the point here I'm trying to make is that in less than two years time, I've seen technology make an important contribution towards one event in my life. Rather than tracing the roads on an impossibly confusing map, I now got to trace my finger over the I-Phone to tell me where to go.
As for the trip itself, well, it was rather uneventful. I served as DD for the night, although I do admit that I took a few shots and a few beers at the party. "Never again" amounted to roughly a little under five months? And yet, I don't feel heavy dissapointment in myself, nor anger, or what have you; I may not be happy with my decision to have broken a vow to myself like that, but I'm at peace with that decision.
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