...to visit your parents and raid their fridge. My parents are remodeling their kitchen, and I'm here having had a late night and unable to drive back to SF at 1 am without crashing into the bridge. So as I type away at my (slowly dying, WTF Mac??) laptop, listening to the soothing sounds of power saws, none of this matters, because remodeling the kitchen = no cooking, which means my parents have all manner of awesome takeout leftovers for me to eat. Like Cheesecake Factory pasta.
That's right snobs, suck it. Cheesecake Factory pasta rocks.