Flipflops in the Rain


california plus vacation equals happiness

the grass is greener in california. the sky is bluer, the sun is brighter, the mac and cheese is cheesier, the people are happier, the activities are morer (copyright: me*). all i really need to say is — my vacation was fabulous, and i want to go back.

in no particular order, this is what i did:
spent time with some of my favorite college friends.
reminisced a LOT with said college friends.
ate sushi.
almost got kicked out of a bar for taking my shoes off.
went to conan and chelsea.
rewatched and tried to find myself on both conan and chelsea.
drank beer.
drank wine.
drank sake.
drank champagne.
drank tequila. at disneyland.
got lost looking for an entrance to a secret in-n-out.
finally ate in-n-out (animal style, with a neopolitan shake**)
drove in tons of LA traffic.
navigated LA traffic without a map.
almost left my mom on the side of an LA freeway because she was driving me crazy.
took a ferry to coronodo island.
saw the grey’s anatomy set.
went to a 21-and-older movie theater and drank blue moon.
didn’t exercise.
didn’t think about work.
there’s more.
but i think this list is too long.
and no one even reads lists.

*actually, copyright urban dictionary. who knew?
** you are welcome.



pro: i’m back

con: i’m still on vacation mode.

my brain’s kind of fuzzy and i’m still on pacific time. i’m also picturing a beer in my hands instead of a computer but that’s beside the point.

someone, motivate me.

how do i get back in the groove of every day life? do i just nut up and go to the gym? or do i milk this lazy-lethargic-and-jetlagged feeling for another week? i *do* have a lot of tv to catch up on.

on another note, i saw a chihuahua with greyhound legs the other day. it was super disturbing and it looked like this*:grey

creepy huh? its legs were like twigs just begging to be snapped in half.

*this image isn’t exactly literal. it was also wearing a red hoodie.