I am in the midst of a three hour layover that just got delayed by half an hour, so I decided to pass some time by writing my first blog post in over two years (!) about the last whirlwind trip I took in January. I am really not a blogger and am notorious for leaving words out while I type (I say this is because my mind moves faster than I can type, but it's probably just carelessness tbh), so no judgment on my blogging skills please.
Basically it started with my friend Milan having to go to Vegas for work and wanting to make a short trip to LA beforehand. She asked me and a couple of other friends if we were interested and within a pretty short period of time she, our friend Carson, and I had bought plane tickets. It was probably the most impulsive move in our collective friendship.
Now when I say it was a short trip, I truly mean that. We were there for less than 72 hours, but it was so fun. I had never been to LA before and the temperature at home was in the teens so I was pretty pumped to head to the West Coast. I decided that I was only going to bring my film cameras to document the weekend. A little while back I decided that I wanted to do this for fun trips with family and friends for a few reasons. When you shoot with film, every shot costs money so I find I am much more intentional about the photos I take. I also love the nostalgia of the way film looks. Every thing seems dreamier. Lastly, this kind of mitigates the requests to take a ton of pictures instead of me actually enjoying the experiences I am supposed to be having.
I'm not going to give y'all a play by play of the trip because that is boring, but I will give some highlights. We walked waaaaaay more than I thought we would, we didn't see any celebrities, our Airbnb was weird, we went to a bar where you aren't allowed to take pictures, we went to the beach, and I discovered draft lattes.