"I dunno I was thinking Mexico because I'm sick of Californians and they're fuckin' hippie views on shit." He did something very out of character just after that; He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'm headed for blue water, and clear skies." He was taking off for the day, and possibly most of the next day, but he could never find himself playing hookie for more than that. "Don't worry about havin' nothin' packed either. I've got you covered." He started the car, and backed out of the spot. It was going to be a long six hours til they reached their destination, but it would worth it by far in the long run. He needed to see the horizon, and smell the ocean air. IT was a change, a difference in what he was used to in every day life...and he hoped it helped cure, what could only be described as the blues for, him.