August 15, 2011

Not A Model Travel Diaries - Los Angeles, California

Welcome to California.

From the moment I stepped off the plane at LAX, I knew.

I've always heard people say that you're either an east coast or west coast person. While I love New York, after visiting California, I decided I'm completely west coast. There is something in the air there; perhaps it's the saline from the salt water, or the copious amounts of vitamin D, but it's glorious. It felt like someone had sucked the fogginess out of my brain with a vacuum, and all that was left was clarity.

Our celeb sightings were slim (re: Eugene Levy and Ashley Greene) and I realized that I'm not really into celebrities when they're not on screen. Sure, I was hoping to get a glimpse of Justin Timberlake or the Jolie-Pitts (they live across the street from each other) on our Hollywood homes tour, but alas they were nowhere to be found. I was fascinated by the paparazzi who stalk outside restaurants just waiting for a glimpse of a "famous" person. I thought to myself, how can this be a legitimate job? Your entire existence is just waiting for someone to walk outside hoping they have a bit of spaghetti bolognese stuck on their chin.

I do have one dream though when it comes to LA. Here it is: I’m all gussied up at the Kodak theatre and not just as someone’s arm candy. (Although Ryan Gosling, if you want to extend the invite, I accept). Instead I’m nominated on my own merit. The lights dim, the presenter goes up and they say, “…and the academy award for best original screenplay goes to…” You get the picture.

While Los Angeles was a sight to see, we (the parentals, sis and I) spent the latter part of the trip beach hopping along the coast and stopping at one of the most famous piers in the world. 

Let the road trip begin.

Next entry:
Santa Monica