Waking Up To Garlic As Cinequest Nears

Jet lag sucks. Usually a five hour drive is no big whoop, but after 2 hours I had to let Eric take the wheel. Since then I’ve been in and out, and now it’s night and Eric’s driving through the rain. We are on the 152 cross-over that anyone who’s drove to S.F. knows as “Garland Garlic smell”. As soon as you hit this nice stretch of winding hilly roads you are hit by the scent of garlic.  At least when you smell it you know you’re almost there. San Jose is just an hour or so away, and the actors from Chicago are waiting at my hotel room. I hope they aren’t in the mini bar.