We're cliche for spending hot-af Spring Break in California, but it wasn't cliche due to the masculine invasion of overzealous young white boys, a girl who only ate salads (ONLY ONLY ONLY DID I MENTION ONLY), an overly-sexist man who played eenie minie mo to see "which lucky lady would be" pleasuring him with back massages (same guy who bought an ugly pendant necklace/neckbrace from an overpriced kiosk in Caesar's Palace. His name was Shad, if that doesn't tell you enough), a whiter-than-me 21 year old who dressed like a navy-on-navy 7th grader and hoarded Mountain Dew whilst hitting on Courtney (his activities of choice include flexing), a group of gawky, bilingual boys who SURPASSED dinner reservations (they were sober but you wouldn't believe me if you'd been there), an awkward "it's-calving-season-back-home" conversation with our wiry roommate, Kaylie (the Wyoming lass), and a loud car ride in which the only normal boy on our road trip sang like a literal goat.
A goat.
A goat.
You've just entered into our bikini-clad, ferris wheel beachside conversation, however. It was sun-and-strawberries, with sand that matched our skin and One Direction dances along tar streets, rolling under LA lights and pressing palm trees to our cheeks. We took a curvy bungalow road up to the Hollywood sign, and sang Weezer's Beverly Hills whilst applying aloe lotion on too many whitewashed backs.
Despite getting lost on Celebrity Road and dumping our fortunes on the SLS in Vegas (sorry we couldn't make it to your birthday, Bieber, we missed ya by a day. Maybe next year), it was a milk-for-breakfast fulfilling trip.
That is, still bearing in mind: Ellery's salads, and Shad's sexism, and Paxton's all-black NY Yankees hat (that looks unwittingly off on a white-blond Utah boy).
NEVER MIND ALL THE ABOVE. It worked out.
(And I learned how to dodge Shad when he made rounds about the house in his pure underwear).
NEVER MIND ALL THE ABOVE. It worked out.
(And I learned how to dodge Shad when he made rounds about the house in his pure underwear).
We became celebrit-ic and soaked early mornings and late nights into a full, white skinned week that was constantly stuck on 1AM with sunshine. It was a good week. A full week.
So empty this cup,
and let's start over again.
Anyways,
cya.
-A
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