I forgot that I hate hate hate blogging when I haven't done it in a loooooooooooooong while. so today I'm writing letters to my great vacation memories.


dear San Fran,
you are gorgeous. I love your hilly streets and the closeness of everything great to our hotel and your ocean breeze and your crazycool {cool as in cold, but also as in awesome} summertime weather that lets me where scarves, sweaters and sunglasses when I visit.

my dear Giants,
stop losing to the Marines when we come to see you, and then SWEEPING Satan's team the Dodgers the rest of that weekend.

...but secretly, keep slaughtering the Dodgers. :)

dear Alcatraz,
you were incredibly creepy but still super cool. I appreciate you more than you know.

dearest LA Garment District-
you smell bad. but I sincerely appreciate your excess of sunglasses and purses that I truly don't need but love to buy.

dear Halloween,
please come faster. much awesomeness will ensue.

dearest darlingest wedding reception cupcakes,
you were deelish and beautiful. which is a rare occasion for a cupcake. I will adore you the rest of my days.


dear I15-from-California-to-Utah,
I have and always will hate you. forever. you are the worst drive known to man.