Pasadena Please

My July jetsetter to Pasadena was a quick but full weekend of good friends, good food, good hospitality, good music in a really good place. It was like, a reeeeallly good trip.

Jessica and Will were the kindest hosts and tour guides. We ate all the best food, browsed the best stores and we even got to experience Will's rustic urban office where he spends creative time designing and operating his clothing line, The West is Dead. It also happens to be where he houses his 1/2 lb. black widow, Rosie. She isn't really half a pound but girl is biiiig. We're talking like record breaking big. Like baby-got-back and all.  He feeds her crickets and actually she was quite fascinating.  We were definitely well taken care of and  finally getting to see Will and J’s cute space and life as newlyweds and Los Angelites was exciting.

 

We caught up with old friends and Laura even got us tickets to a Jay-Leno taping because she's Laura and in the going-on-twenty years I've known her it's just what she always does. She gets tickets to anything she wants. Like magic. But that's for another day. As for Jay Leno, he looked exactly like I thought he would - that chin! - except he's a little taller than television gives him credit for. And no big deal but Katy Perry was the highlight of his show. Katy Perry! I know!

And even though I totally can go teenybopper over Katy Perry and all, she just doesn't have the same physical effect on me that Justin Timberlake does, and because my sweet cousin Shaye May bought too many tickets to Justin Timberlake & Jay-Z at the Rosebowl Stadium, Laura and I got to spend an evening with a crowd of 60,000+ for their Legends of the Summer tour. I mean geeze, I'm still not entirely sure it actually happened, it was that good... except I have these mediocre iphone pictures and video clips and I won't judge you either if you replay this three, four or thirty times. You're welcome.

 

 

Santa Monica was gloomy, but is Santa Monica really ever gloomy? I mean, it's Santa Monica and no matter how much gloom hangs over the place, I'll always be glad to be in Santa Monica, don't you agree? I snuck a picture of some of Will's clothes for sale at Fred Segal. Then I was told I couldn't do that so that was that. And then of course the pier. It's not Santa Monica without that pier.

             

A quick but great weekend! Can’t wait for the next visit! (Keep that air mattress handy, J!)

The Time I Had A Blog

Oh hey! Remember me?

I have no excuse for my absence. Well, not a good one anyway. Except we’ve been having a fun and busy summer and that should at least count for something, right?? The truth is, I couldn’t blog. I don’t know why. I just couldn’t. I’ve been busy, and hot (guys, this summer is a miserable scorcher), and between summer activities and work and moving and keeping my boyfriend and my cat alive I just didn’t have it in me to blog. The crazy thing is, I’ve had so much to blog about but without a sense of purpose all that just goes out the window. Ya feel me?

Anyway, I feel somewhat rejuvenated lately. We moved apartments, literally moved to the apartment above our old one, and while it’s a great upgrade, moving, no matter how near or far, sucks. It’s draining. It’s been a month and I’ve still put nothing on our walls. Baby steps. I guess you could say I’m trying to “feel” the space out first. Whatever. I’m just tired.

Moving on… I’m trying to pull myself together. I miss my little space on the internet and I miss my friends that gather at my space and interact with me. I miss you guys. So please just bear with me while I take a deep breath and get my head back into the blogging game.

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In the meantime, I recently took some pictures of my sisters friend, Victoria, and her soon-to-be husband, Elliott. Victoria and my sister have been BFF’s since they were wearing training bras and that, coupled with the fact that Victoria, Lyndsey and myself were roommates for a while (we’ll call it a “wild adventure”), makes Victoria an honorary sister of mine so it was so fun to spend an evening taking pictures of she and Elliott making out. Haha. But seriously.

Here’s to a loving lifetime more of heavy petting and french kissing!