I was meant to go to LA…
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I’m baaaack!
Miss me? No? It’s okay. My mom did.
I came back from Los Angeles Monday night only to find that the sun that embraced me over the last 4 days didn’t follow me home. I thought we loved eachother? Wah wah. :(
Instead, I came home to rain, rain, and more rain. We ran off the plane with our scarfs wrapped around our heads to avoid getting soggy and although it was pouring, there was something really comforting about the rain. Hmmm home sweet home.
Because I’m so freakin’ smart, I took the following day off work… which was a damn good idea because I needed the rest. And another cocktail. At 2pm, I was downing a glass of water to get rid of my full blown afternoon buzz and strawberry tomato face. Oh the perks of being Asian {and of knowing how to use Photoshop}.
{ Mickey Mouse shirt? Uh yea, I’m still on vacation. }
We decided to use Allegiant Airlines for our trip, which flies out of Bellingham, WA over to LA. Since we needed to drive to the Canadian-US border, wait in line, get interrogated by border patrol before being released to flee to the airport, we needed to leave a few hours ahead of time. And because the last time we didn’t, we missed our flight to Vegas. Fail.
This time, somehow along the way, we managed to @#$% it up again. We ended up getting to the airport 30 minutes before the flight — latest check in time: 45 minutes prior. We literally raced into the airport only to stand in a freaking line while waiting for 2 slooooww motion parties to check in. Holy @#$%ing shit I thought I was going to have a heart attack!!! If I did, how would I ever… *c r o a k * … blog again??!
It was finally our turn to check in and the bitter agent proceeded to remind us how LATE we were. Yes, I @#$%ing know check-in is at least 45 mins before the flight. Why the @#$% do you think I’m @#$%ing panicking so much??? So can we get on? Yes. Oh, but I don’t know about your check-in luggage. It may or may not make it on to the plane. WTF? So how are WE going to get on the plane, but the luggage isn’t? This is a freakishly small airline. I can SEE the plane sitting there, 10 feet away. Just let me do it myself, Useless.
Not taking any chances, we decided to toss the check-in luggage. I ripped open my carry-on and stuffed as much of C’s clothes in as I could. The rest? Stuffed it into a large Gucci dust bag. We raced to the security check, each with 2 purses thrown over our shoulders, a mini carry-on ungracefully dragging behind, clothes hanging off anything that you could hang clothes off of, and hugging an over sized potato sack, A designer potato sack.
We’re going to Los Angeles, bitch. Brody Jenner is waiting for us and you, your measly airline, or time can’t stop us. Mooo cha cha cha cha!!!
XO,

PS. It was fun. You think I’d leaving you hanging like that? To be continued…




























