Friday, June 12, 2009

The stuff teenage movies are made of

It stinks when people leave. But it usually means there's a cake or a party or yummy homemade sushi and frolicking in the ocean.

Tonight, a friend spent her last night in LA sipping champagne and rocking some serious karaoke at a friend's house. The night ended with all of us taking the hop, skip and a jump journey to the ocean and splashing, giggling and pushing each other in the waves.

I stepped back for a moment and realized we ARE the lucky few. Not everyone gets to prance around in the sand on a typical Friday night.


  1. yeah, that's why no one should be moving to nyc...

    but I felt the same way, who gets to randomly walk down to the beach in the middle of a ridiculous Friday night? (us!)

  2. I couldn't think of a better way to say goodbye to SoCal-- thanks for being there... you guys had better visit me in NYC!