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.