I HATE Driving

I really effing hate driving. I am already dreading our arrival at SFO on Friday and picking up whatever Kia Rio P.O.S. rental car I reserved. Perhaps it is the soul-draining traffic in the Bay Area, the a-holes that constantly cut you off or drive 3 mph in the fast lane, the environmental guilt I feel, the cost of gas and insurance......I could go on and on.

And this may make me sound like a severe alcoholic (not entirely false), what I mostly hate is that one of us can't drink if we drive somewhere. This is becoming an issue because we have two parties to go to on Saturday night when we are in the U.S. My problems are so monumental - not really.
 
You see, I have been taking the Tube for the last year and a half. While often crowded and not without it's own problems, I still love it (just don't get me started on how much I HATE seeing people eat on the Tube - so GROSS). Mass transit makes sense on a million levels, and talk about the most effective birth control ever. Dragging one kid/stroller on the Tube is feasible, that second kid/stroller is almost impossible, and a third is just simply not possible - unless you are Posh and have eight nannies or something, then I suppose you'd have a car. But I digress......

Living in London, you really take for granted that you can meet friends for drinks after work, have a bottle of wine with dinner, grab a mid-day beer at the farmer's market or movie theater (yes it's true you can drink at the movie theater - so awesome), and no one has to worry about drinking and driving and the subsequent DUIs, crashing, running over small children, etc.

So until we figure out a solution to our dueling-parties dillema for Saturday night when we are back in the U.S., it will probably end up being a "not it" contest. Ya know, where both of us shot-gun a glass of champers upon arrival at the first party and whoever finishes first is "not it", and doesn't have to drive. Presumably because you finished your glass first and are therefore, drunker.

Upon writing that I am realizing what a stupid game it is. So unless we can get two bikes (also a bad idea after cocktails), we will just have to figure something out. Damn you car friendly U.S.