I just got back from LA. My parents had to go there for a few days because my dad (a medical physicist) had a conference to attend. I tagged along because I refused to be left behind while they splashed around on the beach.
I decided to write about my trip journal-style. Enjoy!
Right before my trip, I decided to screw myself over. Well, I didn't know I was going to do that at the time. You see, after my credit card company charged me a $200 late fee (even though I mailed my check two weeks in advance) I decided to cancel my card and open a new credit card with my bank, an hour before my parents and I had to be at the airport. As soon as I cancelled my card and opened a new one, my banker cheerfully said, "Well, your new card with us won't start until one week from now and it looks like you have no money right now in your checking account. I hope your parents can spot you some money for the next week!" Oh. Fuck. So basically, I entered right into this trip with absolutely no money to my name. It was horrifying. I can't believe I just cancelled my card. I thought the new one would start right away! I cried the entire way to the airport. As soon as we got to the airport, my mom and I spotted this gorgeous guy waiting for the same plane. He kept staring at me. I was very flattered. He sat next to me on the plane and told me he loved my dress and that I had beautiful hair. And then he reached into his man purse and took out a Glamour magazine. Gay. So gay. I was crushed. (I had thought I had sex appeal again.) As soon as we got to our hotel in LA, my mom and I drank a round of mai tais. I don't remember the rest of that night. Saturday
My parents and I headed over to Hollywood where we visited the Hollywood history museum (movie star artifacts and whatnot) and did a little shopping. I ransacked H&M and after throwing a teenage-style hissy fit persuaded my dad to buy me a couple of shirts. I was NOT going to leave that store empty-handed. I cheered up after I spotted Michael Jackson's Hollywood star. After pushing a few kids out of the way, I managed to get a photo with it.
We then headed over to the Santa Monica Pier. The only reason we went there was because it is featured in the opening credits of our favorite show "Three's Company." (I am not kidding. But wish I were). Unfortunately, the pier looks a tad different than it used to in 1978. But we managed to find the same exact carousel, which made the trip worth it.
I think my dad did a swell Don Knotts impersonation.
This was the best day because I got to meet up with my awesome blogger friend Morena in a neighboring town. You might know her from her blog, Too Haute to Handle. It was the first time I had ever met an online friend before. Morena is just as beautiful and sweet in person as she is on her blog. We had lunch at a little French cafe with her equally sweet and fabulous friend Avalon. It was a lovely time and definitely the highlight of my trip!
Afterward, my dad dropped my mom and I off at a shopping center while he went to his boring physics workshops. My mom graciously bought me a dress and two shirts during this little boutique extravaganza. Although, it did break my heart to touch and admire all the other gorgeous dresses I wanted to buy. Oh, it was torture.
I drowned my sorrows in white wine at the hotel bar that night. Monday
Again, my dad was stuck in physicists hell, so my mom and I headed over to a movie theater by our hotel and saw "The Ugly Truth." It was hilarious.
The evening was spent going to all the 98 cent stores in town, because apparently my mom thinks these stores are more of a bargain than our dollar stores back home. I did find this 98 cent version of Barbie. I think they could have chosen a better outfit for 98 cent Ken though.
We also went to Huntington Beach that night, but it was freezing, so we left.
As soon as we got back, my mom and I hit up the hotel bar again. This time we got shnockered on Long Island Iced Teas.
Pretty much just the plane ride home. But my dad had a bunch of drink coupons he found that were going to expire soon. So my mom and I got drunk on gin and tonics during the flight. I ended up getting into a fight with the ten-year-old girls sitting behind me on who was the cutest Jonas brother. I kept insisting it was Justin but they kept insisting none of those boys were named Justin. After we got off the flight my dad informed me that there indeed was no Justin in the Jonas Brothers and I had been thinking of 'N Sync...