Carrie and Christy needed to get away from it all, so they headed over to Los Angeles for some fun in the sun (and to visit me)! I welcomed them to L.A. with hugs, some of the hottest weather of the year and raging wildfires.
From the airport, we headed straight to the Getty Center. (I wanted to prove that L.A. does, in fact, have culture.) We drove in circles for a while as I attempted to chat with the girls, watch the road and listen to the GPS. I’m pretty good at doing two things at a time. Three? Not so much. I can drive and talk or drive and listen – but put all three together, and well…the GPS lost most of the time. After a lovely tour of Inglewood and some other pleasant areas in L.A., I finally managed to figure out where we were going. At the Getty, we saw some art, took in the amazing views (complete with added fire-smog) and strolled the gardens.
I made the girls starve because we were supposed to meet Steven for lunch. By the time we got back to Pasadena, Steven forgot and already ate. But we made him come to the Novel Cafe and watch us eat anyhow.
Then, suddenly, it was Sunday. Was the end of the weekend already here? We had planned a classy brunch at my house (complete with mushroom frittata, French toast, warm bagels and fresh juice) and a tour through one of the stunning botanical gardens nearby. However, Pasadena totally smoked us out. We opted instead for lunch at the Beverly Center, house hunting in Beverly Hills (scary realtor an extra perk) and shopping on Rodeo Drive. (I may have insulted the jeweler at Tiffany’s by exclaiming his $43,000 engagement ring was tacky.)
It was fabulous, it was fun, and it was totally girlie. I can’t wait for the next trip!