one less friend

So I was travelling for nine days in California & Oregon. It was okay.
Commence massive update:

I lost a friend. She didn't die, we're just obviously not friends anymore. She was who I spent most of the vacation visiting.

She was mean and moody and inconsistent in her expectations for me. On our way out of Davis, we needed to return a movie. I held it in my lap. We were most of the way out of town, when she saw it. She became angry with me for not reminding her that we needed to return it. (Having only spent 36 hours in Davis, I wasn't super aware of how to get back to the movie store.) The following day, we were driving through the redwoods. I noticed a sign for a drive-thru tree at the next exit. I mentioned it. (Our conversations were monosyllabic on her end by this point.) Ten miles past the exit, she asked me if I wanted to see the tree. I said that we passed it 15 minutes ago. She expressed annoyance that I had not fully explained the location of the tree previously, that she would like me to remind her of things.

So the following day I did. Her parents made plans to call her at 7pm. At ten 'til I reminded her of that and she started yelling at me. We were in a store; I walked outside and cried in the parking lot.

I asked her how she wanted me to be and what I could do so the trip would be fun. She said she didn't want to talk about it. I don't think I can be her friend if she is unwilling to talk about such things.

I spent much of the ride back south reading aloud David Sedaris - an enjoyable time and a convinient way of avoiding interacting.

and that's one less postcard that I will need to send from Belgrade.