Today I flew back home to Southern California after nine days to see my love that I was missing… and the man too. Yeah, yeah, I missed the dog and him.
My mom is so sweet that she cut up a bunch of fruit and veggies for me to take because she knows I’m too cheap to buy an airplane meal.
Jimmy Choos, yes. Overpriced sandwich, way out of my budget.
I saw the Rogue Ales Public House at the Portland Airport – the Rogue Brewery is in Astoria and I ran by it everyday on the waterfront path.
I’m not a beer drinker so I just took a picture like a touristy weirdo.
Did a little blog work before my plane arrived.
Because I’m a master of booking the cheapest yet most indirect flights possible, we went to San Francisco first.
The Virgin America terminal there is pretty sweet: it’s modern and open with a lot of different food options including one of Iron Chef Cat Cora’s restaurants.
Hi, overpriced yet so bright and colorful friends.
I had a coffee because I’m an addict and am trying to turn my teeth the same color as that coffee sleeve.
I slept on my first flight and read on my second. My SIL generously let me borrow Bridget Jone’s Diary. She told me to be really careful with her copy – I think it’s a signed first edition. ha.
The book is kinda cute in a fun Chick Lit sorta way and kinda annoying in a Confessions of a Shopaholic way where you just want to punch her in the face. hard.
I’m almost done with it but before I could get in any good right hooks, we landed in the City of Angels the best looking waitresses and valet attendants around.
My stud man just got back from Scotland yesterday and brought me some treats, a Starbucks City Country mug and candy. I collect Sbux mugs and I also collect empty calories… in my thighs.
He knows the way to my heart.
One bag of candy is already like the castles in Scotland: history.