Lets me real. The only reason to visit anywhere, it so take photos, meet men, or eat. I did the latter in my 8 hour time frame in the city that continues to occupy my heart. Pancho Villa, Royal Ground, and Ploy 2. Its like the ultimate trifecta. Although brief, revisiting my home always reminds me that it is where I belong and no matter how far away I live or how long I am gone, I will most certainly return to the city by the bay.
After luxuriating in LA for approximately 36 hours, Flea and I hopped a Southwest flight to SFO. The joyous thing about this flight was that there wasn't one inconsiderate child within close proximity to me, there were twins. People...put your kids in check! I know this is easy for me to say, as I am barren and contemplating adopting an entire litter of abandon old cats from the SPCA, but no more of this "nice parenting" malarky. If your kid is acting up, show him who is boss. This motto also works in the bedroom, but prefeably sans children. Simone is a goddess and not only picked us up from the airport but waited as we went to see Grandma. Our visit in March was hard and pretty unpleasant so I am so thankful that I got a chance to see her again, and in much better spirits. We had a nice visit, and I made sure to say "I love you" before I left, which puts my soul at ease.
Saturday was some QT with my sis and then some QT with two of my bffs. When you have known someone since you were 3, or 11 as the case may be, its nice to know that seeing them again is like going back in time. And by going back in time I mean they feel totally comfortable mocking you in no uncertain terms and getting wasted is a must. We grabbed some Mexican (food, not person sadly) in the early hours of Sunday which really brought junior year in high school part 2 to fruition. Thanks for coming to see me Jenn and Ash. Your friendship is invaluable.
Being with my sister always allows me to see how the other half lives, so it was off to Robertson to eat a mediocre omlet and peruse some over priced handbags that people with money evidently find to be a bargain. I know I will make my mother, and Holly proud, in saying Target usually works out just fine for me. Friday night was the big event for which the Heard girls traversed the country, so I threw on a repeat ensemble and Felicia rocked Leger like nobody's business. The Mexican reunion of 1990 was cool, but I had a redhead dying to pick me up and bring me to Santa Monica, so that is what I did. Can I just say, that if you are going to run into a college crush, coincidentally being all dressed up is serendiptious and wonderful. Some quick dirty talk in espanol with Red's friend and Felicia and I were back to bed, as we had been up for over 24 hours, and lets be real, we are way to old to hang like that anymore...
Another whirlwind trip to California, however, this time, it was surprisingly relaxing.
Arriving at the airport for a morning flight after slaving away until the wee hours of the morning can be tough. I arrived in my usual spandex head to toe, still wiping the sleep out of my eyes to be met by my big sister who clearly thought the paparazzi would be greeting her at the gate, as she was dressed to the 9's...for a cross-country flight! Only Felicia.
Luckily, the lack of sleep allowed for the perfect opportunity to pass out for a large portion of the flight, only to occasionally be awoken by the 8 year old next to me who clearly had depth perception issues, as she continually elbowed, kicked, and head-butted me. If she had not been 75 pounds, I would have taken her out fo sho!
april 2010
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