I can’t believe I’m wrapping up my LA diaries series. It’s like I have to say goodbye to LA all over again. Post-California depression is a REAL THING PEOPLE.
Anyhow, the day after the wedding I was pretty tired obviously. In the morning I went out for a walk on Venice Beach by myself.
And I had my first organic fresh-pressed juice or whatever. It had apple, coconut, and cinnamon and it wasn’t too horrible. I walked past a public restroom on the beach and some dude was like hardcore rapping by himself inside one. Does he live there? Should I feel bad for him or be jealous?
Took a walk along the Grand Canal and fantasized about living in one of these houses.
Watched Jason and Derek open their wedding gifts.
Despite what it looked like in my last Cali post, we actually had a lot alcohol left after the wedding! Like A LOT. Like maybe a weird amount? But there wasn’t any champagne left and I totally blame that on my sister!
I went on another walk in the evening to watch the sunset.
My aunt took this picture. I think it’s so cool that there’s a light above Jim Morrison. It looks like a halo.
My cousin took me to In-and-Out burger. I was not that impressed to be honest. Maybe it’s just the Ohio in me, but I’d rather go to White Castle or Steak and Shake. The burgers were semi-decent but the fries were horrid!
On the last day we went for a hike in the mountains near Belair. It was gorgeous! I love the juxtaposition of beautiful nature and the highway in this picture.
I was so busy taking pictures, my family just left me behind.
On Monday we watched the National Championship (Go Bucks!). My uncle brought this 8 foot tall Brutus Buckeye to put on the roof of the beach house.
Like literally it was kind of embarrassing. (And I love that he’s waving next to him!)
And my 10 year old cousin discovered that she could wear my shoes. So I taught her a “Spice Girls pose” and she was like “Who are the Spice Girls?” and then we had the most wonderful conversation about all the finer points of girl power.
Despite my protests, my aunt and uncle brought me back to Ohio on Tuesday. I was like “Just get me a shopping cart to put my suitcase on! I’ll live on the beach!” But they said no.