Trapped in Sunnyvale

Last night we went down to the South Bay to have dinner with my friend Julie and her boyfriend Adam, who live in that area. Bob was already in Palo Alto at Stanford, so after work I picked up our friends Nasha and Jason and we headed down to get him, then caravan to an Afghani restaurant in Sunnyvale. On the ride Nasha and Jason were talking about how they rarely come down to that area, but how nice and warm it is, even just a little bit out of the city. And while it was far, it really wasn't too bad of a drive.

It did take a little while to find parking because there was a street fair, but, we finally did find parking in a garage, and went on to have a lovely dinner catching up with old friends. As we walked back to the garage to get our cars, we ran into a little trouble as there were cops surrounding the structure and police tape across every entrance. Nobody seemed to know what was going on, so we got some gelato and speculated as to what it could be (bomb? assault?). Then, about 45 minutes later the police announced that a "device" had been found and that it would be at least 2 hours before the bomb squad had arrived and deemed it safe to enter.

So, we started crafting an alternative route home or whether we'd stay at Julie's or get a hotel room. Complicating matters was the fact that the parking garage was next to the Caltrain, the commuter rail system in the Bay Area, and they stopped the trains running through there because of the "device," so that wasn't an option. Luckily, we saw a cab and asked him how much to take us to SF. He sad about $80 to the airport, so we had him take us there, where we grabbed the BART home. Phew... now I know why Jason and Nasha stay in the city.