“California Here We Come-”
It was a very long night of drunken laughter and dancing with some of my closest friends, while canoodling with a couple different boys (who will remain nameless, per request of said boys). It all ended with a bang (literally for a couple lucky youngsters) when the police were called twice, which resulted with one of the house members being detained until a sober friend could come retrieve him from his drunken incessant rage. It was a night to write home about, to say the least. Unfortunately, I had a few too many cocktails, and was not acting as a lady should, so I cannot recall most events that occurred. Fortunate for us though, there’s a wonderful duo that ALWAYS reminds us of boozy indiscretions: digital cameras, and facebook. Thanks again, twenty first century!
I woke up the next morning remembering my flight to Orange County the following day. The beauty about quality liquor is that not only will you not necessarily cause you to throw up, but it will just kind of slosh around in your stomach until you consume enough food to soak it all up. As fate would have it, I am currently at the start of an insane yo-yo diet that consists of me only consuming 500 calories a day, only drinking alcohol twice a month, and working out four times a week (I have lost 16lbs in 5 weeks, thank you very much. I was getting a little heavy….). Needless to say, I had to take a break from my lunacy to rediscover what it felt like to sober. Not to mention, I not only reeking of liquor, but I smelled like each of the boys I had spent the evening with. I was a walking fragrance ad for every cologne sold at Sephora.
My last day in Colorado went by so quickly, I didn’t even have time to reflect about the previous evening. Before I knew it I was soaring miles in the air, and looking out a window onto an ocean made of cotton balls, being illuminated by a pure, golden sun; sparkling. Every so often there would be a hole in the wisps of clumpy cotton, and you could see the sharp, dry peaks below, being gently cradled by the afternoon sunlight. After about two hours of liquid flight, the pilot declared over the loud speaker, rudely interrupting the E! True Hollywood Story of Heidi Klum, that we were going to begin our descent into the Santa Ana airport. We slowly started to dip down towards the clouds, when I felt my heart drop. I was leaving everything and everyone that I knew behind. Everything that I have built, is in a different world, behind me: my family, failed relationships, failed friendships, successful friendships, and of course Brady (whom I can always count on to answer his phone).
This is it. I was finally starting down the path of ACTUALLY living my dreams! The plane delicately glided across the surface of the clouds, before it took a sharp dive, completely submerging it’s self. Outside every single window, was a sea of grey. The seatbelt sign flicked on with a crisp “ding”, only moments before we hit a rough patch of turbulence. A grin danced upon my face, as we flew through the ocean of fog. Panicked faces surrounded me, until about five minutes later, when we finally dipped out of the clouds. As I looked out of the window, my expression quickly changed. In an instant our roles had reversed, and I was the passenger with the panic-stricken expression. I expected golden beaches and lush green plants, spilling into the streets. What I saw was a grey, rainy, morose, California, desperately yearning for a little attention from the “famous” California sun. I quickly checked my attitude, knowing my face wasn’t hiding what I was thinking.
We landed, and hundreds of pushy, sweaty people started to force their way out of the cabin of the plane. I sat there politely (and SHOCKED), as the rest of the plane cursed their way out and into the real world. I looked over at Josh Scott, and half-smiled. Maybe this was like the turbulence. I had to remember: first impressions aren’t ALWAYS the impression to go with. I can’t remember how many terrible first impression’s I’ve left with people. I paused for a moment, and tried to remember that the rough patches just make the ride more fun.
I stepped out of the airport, holding my only possessions contained by my black Adidas messenger bag, that I ALWAYS have with me. A cool breeze ran through my hair, brushing it out of my eyes, before I had the opportunity to do so myself. I told Josh Scott to sit down and put on his headphones, as I slipped on mine, and scrolled to “California” by Phantom Planet. For a good five years, I’ve been listening to that song every time I wanted to escape my dull, land locked life. It was my little oasis that temporarily relieved me from my epic journey through a cultural desert. Actually listening to it IN California, not only made perfect sense, but it also eased the blow that California wasn’t exactly what I had expected.
A few minutes, two cigarettes, and a VERY large hug from a Palm Tree (I had NEVER seen one!) later, I started to feel a little more comfortable. I knew that it was just an off day, and I wasn’t just going to fly directly into a dream world that I’ve been fantasizing about for over a decade. Nope, that would be too easy… and I’m sure as you know by now, nothing comes to me that easy. In fact, I usually have to work my ass off, to even get a little karmatic gratification. My phone started to ring and vibrate in my pocket. I slid my hand into it, and pressed down on a side button, to silence it. I’m starting a new year and a new life. I am going to do this right. I’m ready to finally start fulfilling my destiny.
I walked over to an ash tray and pressed my cigarette butt hard into the sand, and turned to Josh Scott. I smiled at him, as I pulled my hood up, shielding me from the gentle dusting of rain.
“What do I do, now?” I asked.
XXO,
Beautiful
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