Have you ever had one of those weekend mornings where you enjoy a leisurely breakfast with a friend on the deck of a local diner, amble through the stands of the street market completely relaxed in the sunshine, and finish with a little grocery shopping , only to discover upon returning home that at some undetermined point the top buttons of your shirt undid themselves to slightly below bra-level and you have no idea for how long or how many people noticed? That, yes, you were unknowingly putting on a show and your bra was the star? Just wondering.
Speaking of stars, I am in the middle of planning my next great adventure to the cultural mecca of Los Angeles in September. Turns out my recent vacation has inspired me to take more vacations. My friend, Chris (in Minneapolis), and I are going to meet in L.A. for a few days to enjoy sun, beach, catching up, good food, Disneyland, and a whole assortment of kick ass touristy stuff. The problem is that neither one of us has a clue what we're doing, so the arrangements are turning into a bit of a nightmare. Can we take flights that get in around the same time? Where should we stay? Safety and a pool are our #1 priorities. How do we get there? What should we do and when should we do it? We'll see how this turns out. The one thing we both have agreed on so far is to avoid lame celebrity seeking bus tours. I will happily live out the rest of my days not knowing where the likes of P.Diddy and Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen live.
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