Thursday night, I hopped on a plane and 3.5 hours later landed in Los Angeles. What followed was 3.5 days of pure awesome. I caught up with dear old friends (including one that I hadn’t seen in eight years!). I ate like a king, including the best donuts of my life (red velvet, maple bacon, irish car bomb, and nutella). I laughed my ass off. I drank the best whiskey sour of my life. I waded into the cool Pacific and felt the sand squishing between my toes. And of course I took a whole lot of pictures. The weather was perfect–mid 70s, clear blue skies. To say that this was a much needed break is an understatement. I couldn’t have asked for a better mini vacation. (More soon….)
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