Where Am I?
posted in Pretty, Shiny Things, The Kitchen Sink |I have a horrible tendency to get lost. It doesn’t matter where I’m going, how easy it is to get there, or how often I’ve been there. Chances are pretty high that I’ll get lost along the way.
On Friday, I drove from downtown LA to Westwood. Those of you who are familiar with LA will recognize that this is a fairly simple route. Those of you who remember I went to UCLA will realize that I actually lived in Westwood for several years. Those of you who know me well will not be surprised that I ended up hopelessly lost anyways. I only called for directions when I accidentally hit Venice Beach. Ordinarily, I’m content to wander the roads of LA, confident that I will eventually find my way to my destination, but when I hit the ocean, that’s a pretty good sign I’m going to need help. Luckily, I have very patient people in my life who are willing to act as my personal GPS systems.
On Saturday, I went from a barbeque to a magic show (sidenote: wore a cocktail dress to the barbeque because the magic show venue required formal attire, ended up smelling like barbeque at the magic show because, well, I was at a barbeque). Six miles and ninety minutes (!) later, my friend and I finally arrive at the magic show. Thanks to my impeccable sense of direction, we made a wrong turn every single time a turn was required. Thanks to the Alicia Keys concert at the Hollywood Bowl and the fact that it’s LA, every mistaken turn took an addition 20 minutes to rectify.
On Sunday, I went shopping. Oddly enough, I did not get lost. I did however (*gulp*) buy more shoes. I blame this particular purchase on one of my shopping buddies, aka The Enabler. They’re really, really cute though and only kind of impractical and painful.
P.S. Notice that I didn’t mention doing any work this weekend. Yay!!