I do believe I have been changed for the better...
So.
We went to Vegas.
That place is crazy.
In a nutshell...
We left friday night at 5:45pm. In hindsight, this was a very stupid idea, seeing as how thats peak traffic time (although come to think of it, I don't think there is ever a time when LA isn't in the middle of "peak traffic time"). At 10:00 pm, we turned around to head back home. Why, you ask? Well because after driving for over 4 hours we had only traveled 68 miles. 68 miles . Lindsey figured it out - we were averaging 16.5 miles per hour. WHAT????
We got back to LA around midnight, and I parked my car somewhat illegally. I stress somewhat. At 5 am Saturday morning when I went to get my car there was a $65 ticket on my windshield. Of course. Anyway, we hit the road and got into Vegas around 10. We met up with my parents at The Mirage where they were staying and explored a bit. It was beautiful out - clear and cold. FYI - Treasure Island has a pirate show at 7 and 10 pm every day. Also, Caeser's Palace is unreal. UNREAL.
After a short nap and showers, Lindsey and I went downstairs for a drink and a gamble. An hour later, I was up $10.95 and she was out $20. FUNNY. Very funny. My parents took us to see Blue Man Group (which was SO good) and we had dinner at the Venitian (which has a fucking grand canal just like Venice...good lord). Needless to say, come 11 pm we were ready to pass out...Traveling like that isn't easy.
We left after breakfast on Sunday morning and drove through SNOW to get home, where it was 70 degrees. Snow to sun in 4 hours. I love California.
It was a crazy weekend. Crazy.
Life in LA has been interesting as of late. I've said it before, but I've made some really good friends out here. As I get older, I find myself more and more amazed at some of the friendships I have cultivated. The old friends have simply become family. And the new ones...well they keep me going.
When I was with my mom, she asked me if I was happy. And of course, that turned into a conversation that made me cry. But it also helped me realize where I am in life....
Sort of.
I'm not the "starving artist"...I'm not that boho artsy girl who will throw caution to to wind and put everything I have into my art, regardless of the outcome. But I'm not the business type...I'm not happy sitting behind a desk. I'm not someone who will ever be comfortable in a suit, doing someone else's dirty work for a corporate giant.
So I guess my dilema will always be finding a way to create a life and a career that takes the best aspects of both of those worlds and melds them. Effortlessly.
Big dilema.
I'm not sure when it happened, but I find life so important right now. I don't know if that will make sense to anyone but me, but still...
Things happen so quickly. Our lives are so short. It's so damn easy to get stuck.
I don't want that to happen to me.
I really don't care that I'm not settled. There is so much more to life then finding a job, finding "that" person, and settling.
I want to travel.
This is such a bizarre entry.
Also...
I cannot stop listening to Wicked. February is "sara the musical geek" month. Jesus.
One Love.
We went to Vegas.
That place is crazy.
In a nutshell...
We left friday night at 5:45pm. In hindsight, this was a very stupid idea, seeing as how thats peak traffic time (although come to think of it, I don't think there is ever a time when LA isn't in the middle of "peak traffic time"). At 10:00 pm, we turned around to head back home. Why, you ask? Well because after driving for over 4 hours we had only traveled 68 miles. 68 miles . Lindsey figured it out - we were averaging 16.5 miles per hour. WHAT????
We got back to LA around midnight, and I parked my car somewhat illegally. I stress somewhat. At 5 am Saturday morning when I went to get my car there was a $65 ticket on my windshield. Of course. Anyway, we hit the road and got into Vegas around 10. We met up with my parents at The Mirage where they were staying and explored a bit. It was beautiful out - clear and cold. FYI - Treasure Island has a pirate show at 7 and 10 pm every day. Also, Caeser's Palace is unreal. UNREAL.
After a short nap and showers, Lindsey and I went downstairs for a drink and a gamble. An hour later, I was up $10.95 and she was out $20. FUNNY. Very funny. My parents took us to see Blue Man Group (which was SO good) and we had dinner at the Venitian (which has a fucking grand canal just like Venice...good lord). Needless to say, come 11 pm we were ready to pass out...Traveling like that isn't easy.
We left after breakfast on Sunday morning and drove through SNOW to get home, where it was 70 degrees. Snow to sun in 4 hours. I love California.
It was a crazy weekend. Crazy.
Life in LA has been interesting as of late. I've said it before, but I've made some really good friends out here. As I get older, I find myself more and more amazed at some of the friendships I have cultivated. The old friends have simply become family. And the new ones...well they keep me going.
When I was with my mom, she asked me if I was happy. And of course, that turned into a conversation that made me cry. But it also helped me realize where I am in life....
Sort of.
I'm not the "starving artist"...I'm not that boho artsy girl who will throw caution to to wind and put everything I have into my art, regardless of the outcome. But I'm not the business type...I'm not happy sitting behind a desk. I'm not someone who will ever be comfortable in a suit, doing someone else's dirty work for a corporate giant.
So I guess my dilema will always be finding a way to create a life and a career that takes the best aspects of both of those worlds and melds them. Effortlessly.
Big dilema.
I'm not sure when it happened, but I find life so important right now. I don't know if that will make sense to anyone but me, but still...
Things happen so quickly. Our lives are so short. It's so damn easy to get stuck.
I don't want that to happen to me.
I really don't care that I'm not settled. There is so much more to life then finding a job, finding "that" person, and settling.
I want to travel.
This is such a bizarre entry.
Also...
I cannot stop listening to Wicked. February is "sara the musical geek" month. Jesus.
One Love.