L.A. Story

A work-related event found me hurtling through the sky, L.A.-bound a week ago today. Things came together quickly, so that I barely even had time to worry about flying, which is good, because we all know what can happen when I do that, which is, oh, I don't know, frantically run to the nearest available TSA agent to report upon two passengers engaging in what appear to be suspicious activities, when, in point of fact, they are US Air Marshals doing some pre-flight Air Marshal Stuff. Oh, me. It's really just a matter of time before you end up on the Bad List.

I've never been to LA  (unless...do you count a visit when I was a toddler? Me, neither.), and so I was the wide-eyed ingenue, staring at palm trees (which...I've totally seen before? So I have no idea why I did this?) and craning my neck to catch a glimpse of a Kardashian or two as soon as I hit the ground. What my visit lacked in Kardashians, it more than made up for in palm trees. And a visit with two of my favorite ladies. 

When I mentioned to Sarah and Rebecca that I was coming to town, we worked frantically to squeeze in a visit.  Because this was such a fast trip, I had about ten minutes to plan for the few hours of free time I had in town Sunday evening. Sarah scored us tickets to the fun (and Mad Men-themed!) OC Blogger Bash. Our plan: Hang out in my hotel room getting dolled up in advance. The three of us are old-time (in blog years) friends, so this would be fun under ordinary circumstances, but said fun is compounded EXPONENTIALLY when you factor in that the last time the three of us saw each other, I was seven months pregnant.

 What is up with my bangssssssss

With a child who is now three. Needless to say, it's been a while. Geography is, like, the worst.

You should also factor in the stream of makeup/hair/fashion-related emails we frequently exchange (recommendations! questions! enabling! YOU ARE WELCOME, SEPHORA), such that the opportunity to actually see each other AND have a reason to do Extra Fancy Hair and Makeup together in the same room? Well, we were very excited, indeed.

Sarah brought a Mary Poppins-like bag of magical hair things, and taught me and Rebecca the answers to some of life's important questions, like "What is a sock bun?" and "What product can I use to get my hair to stay put when I'm trying to make it do some vague, stewardess-y windswept '60s thing oh lord help I have no idea what I'm doing?" Together, we all extolled the virtues of the perfect red lipstick (Nars' Flamenco: WINNER.), compared our latest makeup purchases, and waxed poetic on the glory that is the Haribo Gummi Peach.

 

The event itself was lovely (and who DOESN'T want to see my one-woman impression of two seventh-graders with crushes on each other dancing to a slow song at a school dance?), but truly, I hold a special place in my heart for the (too) few hours I got to hang out with two of my dearest internet friends.

Sigh. Geography, man.