TUESDAY.
Swinging through South Coast, a car full of girls headed off to Newport Beach in Cat’s pearly white Acura. The California sun was no where to be seen, but still, adventure was in the air. I remember while choosing colleges for my undergrad, I was seriously tempted by Irvine’s ambience. The roads were wide and spacious, everywhere was a crisp and clean, the sidewalks were free of blotches of chewing gum. South Coast still hasn’t lost its charm.
Today we laid in the sun toasted sands of Newport, even with the overhang of clouds and chilly sea breeze. The sun greeted us in our last 30 minutes there and gave me a spankin’ nice lobster red burn. I expect to turn as toasty as the sands. We then ventured to the cafe of Milk and Honey but decided to eat in Earth friendly, vegan Native Foods. I’ll understand the logic being vegan another day, not today.
Oh the tempting vanities of Los Angeles living. I realized that I am in a unmotivated state of limbo and am in dire need of direction boost. Lordy, Lordy.
