My friend and I have been planning this trip for little over a month and half. Nothing too fancy, just to southern California.
We left at the early hour of 6 AM on Monday morning. Stopped at Vegas. Met Elvis. And then another couple of hours later, made it to our hotel where I am pretty sure people are living in some of the rooms.
I’ve discovered a few things while I’m here. Californians are mean. They either don’t use their turn signal, leave it on for a few minutes without actually getting over, or use it for .02 seconds so you aren’t sure if they bumped it or are getting over quickly. At one point, a man cut off my friend while driving and then gave her the finger as if it was her fault. Excuse me, sir.
Tuesday was beach day and let me tell you, it was more gorgeous than I could have ever hoped for. We woke up at around 6 AM California time. No alarms, just happened to wake up then. We decided to get an early start to the day and head over to one of the beaches, but first, breakfast at Denny’s with the most adorable waiter and the typical regulars. Finally, the beach. It was smoggy as ever, but still oh so beautiful. You look out and there’s clouds covering the sea and there’s a sense of serenity. There could be a million animals in the ocean that we don’t even know about. Spooky. We walked around and then headed to another beach where it was probably even more smoggy, but still pretty. We hung out there, took a nap, watched some seagulls scream at each other, then left to walk around. It was this small little beach town with tiny little shops and adorable cafes. Bought some items and then went to another beach where I’m pretty sure this is where I got burned like an unattended fry in a frying pan. Swam a bit and then got some overpriced gelato. We ate it in this scary alleyway because adventures are fun. There was a man that turned the corners and looked at us and said, “Ladies.” To which I replied as he walked away, “I think I’m in love.” Thus becoming one of our favorite phrases of the trip.
Wednesday was Disneyland. I was a bit nervous for this one, but it turned out to be one of the best days ever. Met Peter Pan which was one of my silly dreams and boy was it an experience. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. He was a fun man. Went on all the fun rollercoasters where I probably screamed too much. Ate some more overpriced food where we then adopted our other favorite phrase. Big chungus. I feel like a big chungus. Probably got more sunburned. My feet were aching, but one of the funnest times of my life.
Thursday. Oof Thursday. We decided to go to LA. Never again. The traffic? Horrible. Blinkers? Not here. Mean people? Everywhere. We went to a museum where we paid an arm and a leg for parking. Got some lunch which was really good. Tried to find Elton John’s star on the walk of fame, but nobody told me that the stars are literally 3 miles basically and they’re not even on the same street. They’re like on different blocks. We gave up on trying to walk to it because there was so many homeless people and my heart truly goes out to them. It’s seriously heartbreaking to see so many people in such awful conditions. Also a lot of them seemed to be on drugs which is why we did not feel comfy as 2 girls walking alone in Hollywood. We could have driven, but parking is ridiculous and expensive. We had tickets to sit in a live TV show audience which was one of the many things we were looking forward to on this trip. Parking was, no joke, 2 miles away from the studio and we weren’t allowed to bring our phones because of recording things. There was no shuttle or anything to take us, so we decided to give up and head back to the hotel. I’m honestly surprised I didn’t witness any car accidents with how awful people were driving. And people kept trying to stop us and talk to us when we were walking and they clearly did not see our terrified faces as we tried to walk away from them. The drive home was not one for the faintest of hearts. It took us a little over 2 hours when it should have only taken us an hour. Random stops all the time. Ridiculous, but that didn’t stop us from serenading anybody with their windows rolled down.
Overall, a trip to remember. Absolutely liberating to finally to do a real big kid adventure. Officially decided that although the beachy areas are cute, Utah is where I belong. For a little while at least. Until next time, California, May your residents learn some manners and how to properly use a turn signal.
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