Photo Credit: Jaimeson while at the Mark II Lounge...And I was working my ass off in a job that lit me up like stained glass? And I lived in a tiny, quirky apartment where the bathroom was an afterthought but the ceilings were high and light poured in?
I remember that.
And I remember a night that started as a company holiday party, all rushed to finish projects in time, and ended with two of my favorite colleagues and I closing down a favorite restaurant (Hot Chocolate) and sitting with the chef who'd hand-picked every item we ate. Along with paired dessert wines and something rich and red that I was sipping on first.
I remember coming home and thinking this is good. Life is really busy and fast but good right now. And after 36 hours of torturing myself about it, I capped it off by getting online to reserve a plane ticket to Los Angeles with miles. For this weekend. To attend a Christmas brunch I just didn't want to miss.
I've been going back and forth for days about the practicality of this plan and the thing is: it's not practical. But I'm 25 and I'm not missing a single bit of work and if I want to totally abuse 36 hours with a romantic little jettison to the West Coast? This is the time to do it.
So I arrive in LA on Saturday morning and I leave LA on Sunday eve. It will not be the last time I'm in SoCal but it will be the first. I am breaking the seal so to speak. Now I need to decide what I can contribute to brunch/ maybe do some laundry.