It's official - we've moved to Los Angeles!
Before I begin, please pardon any glaring mistakes that I may make, in regards to grammar or spelling or basic mental processes, because I've barely slept in the past 48 hours and it's beginning to catch up with me. Good? Good!
So we're here! Our flight left at 7:00am, so we decided to leave super early just to be safe (especially with all the new regulations and hoops to jump through with the airlines, and USAir in particular, seeing as that was what we were flying) so we left at 4:00am, got breakfast, and then made it to the airport around 5:00am. Needless to say, neither Jim nor myself slept, so by the time we actually sat down at the gate, we were bordering on delirious.
We decided to just sleep on the plane, seeing as we had 5.5 hours until our layover in Vegas, so after takeoff and after I attempted breaking Jim's hand in my "omfg we're taking off" panic, it was sleep time! Sort of. It's difficult to really get a good solid nap in on a plane, between the turbulence, the 150 or so other people strewn about the cabin, and the fact that you're packed like sardines in the seats.
We made it to Vegas (after seeing the Grand Canyon and the Rocky Mountains, which are just as damn impressive as you'd imagine them to be) and promptly headed to the Fox Sky Lounge, for a beer and an Amaretto Sour, because c'mon, we were exhausted, sleep deprived, and in Vegas - clearly the only option there is to get a drink. 2 or so hours later, we boarded our connecting flight, left the gate, and promptly taxied back to the gate because the airline had overbooked the plane, and some psychotic woman with an infant clinging to her was refusing to give up her seat, and the stewardesses had to boot other people off the plane to accommodate them. I don't know, I was so confused and so tired by that point that I kept falling asleep and missing important chunks of information.
After another attempt at napping, we landed at LAX! MJ picked us up, reunion bliss was had, and we were carted off to Silver Lake to enjoy a home cooked meal, and then a 2 mile stroll around the Reservoir. All-in-all, even with the horrors of 2 takeoffs in the same 12 hour period, it was an amazing day. California is beautiful, and while I still haven't entirely wrapped my mind around the fact that I'm here permanently, it already just feels... right.
Tomorrow we're going down to the Santa Monica Pier to ride on the new ferris wheel, and then play tourist and go sightseeing and tweak out over any celebrities we may find, even D-Listers like Jaleel White, who, whether or not he knows it yet, it on our list of New Best Friends.
Before I begin, please pardon any glaring mistakes that I may make, in regards to grammar or spelling or basic mental processes, because I've barely slept in the past 48 hours and it's beginning to catch up with me. Good? Good!
So we're here! Our flight left at 7:00am, so we decided to leave super early just to be safe (especially with all the new regulations and hoops to jump through with the airlines, and USAir in particular, seeing as that was what we were flying) so we left at 4:00am, got breakfast, and then made it to the airport around 5:00am. Needless to say, neither Jim nor myself slept, so by the time we actually sat down at the gate, we were bordering on delirious.
We decided to just sleep on the plane, seeing as we had 5.5 hours until our layover in Vegas, so after takeoff and after I attempted breaking Jim's hand in my "omfg we're taking off" panic, it was sleep time! Sort of. It's difficult to really get a good solid nap in on a plane, between the turbulence, the 150 or so other people strewn about the cabin, and the fact that you're packed like sardines in the seats.
We made it to Vegas (after seeing the Grand Canyon and the Rocky Mountains, which are just as damn impressive as you'd imagine them to be) and promptly headed to the Fox Sky Lounge, for a beer and an Amaretto Sour, because c'mon, we were exhausted, sleep deprived, and in Vegas - clearly the only option there is to get a drink. 2 or so hours later, we boarded our connecting flight, left the gate, and promptly taxied back to the gate because the airline had overbooked the plane, and some psychotic woman with an infant clinging to her was refusing to give up her seat, and the stewardesses had to boot other people off the plane to accommodate them. I don't know, I was so confused and so tired by that point that I kept falling asleep and missing important chunks of information.
After another attempt at napping, we landed at LAX! MJ picked us up, reunion bliss was had, and we were carted off to Silver Lake to enjoy a home cooked meal, and then a 2 mile stroll around the Reservoir. All-in-all, even with the horrors of 2 takeoffs in the same 12 hour period, it was an amazing day. California is beautiful, and while I still haven't entirely wrapped my mind around the fact that I'm here permanently, it already just feels... right.
Tomorrow we're going down to the Santa Monica Pier to ride on the new ferris wheel, and then play tourist and go sightseeing and tweak out over any celebrities we may find, even D-Listers like Jaleel White, who, whether or not he knows it yet, it on our list of New Best Friends.
