Remember this? The tragedy of watching hubby ring in his 30th birthday in State College was too much to bare, so we decided to meet up in LA with 'The Crew' for a few nights to celebrate on some real levels. It was damn near perfect- my parents were already in State College, all ripe for Boogie sitting, and I had a few over-due Hollyweird business meetings, so I could efficiently execute the motto- work hard, play hard. I used the descriptor 'damn near' because despite the fact that I was traveling Boogie-free, for the first time in a long time (no leaky ass sippy cups, no bulky strollers, no poopy diapers that only get that way the minute after we board), just about everything that could've went wrong yesterday, did. I won't bore you with the details, but I landed at LAX at 10 am and didn't get to my condo 'til 3. You do the math. Ish was ugly. So ugly that I was seriously contemplating calling it a night when a tweet came through from an old friend.
Peep the view-
|what i wore- jumper from Loft and sandals from ASOS|