you stay classy

Oh, hi there little once-upon-a-time-was-a-travel-blog!

Looks like I will be boarding a plane for the first time in this, the year of our lord 2011, at the crack of dawn Wednesday morning, bound for California. Every time I tell someone I'm going to California, without fail, they say: "What's in California?" Really? THE BEACH, ASSHAT.

But usually I'm able to contain that response to an inner monologue, and what comes out is "My brother lives in San Diego!" Which frankly is much more polite, and also completely accurate. At least until July 1. When he moves to San Francisco. (I know, I know. From one dump to another.)

Our tentative plans while I'm in town include beach-sitting, drinking, more beach-sitting, going to look at seals in La Jolla, eating, drinking and also sitting on beaches. My goal is to completely disconnect from work while I'm gone, which is no easy task and also means I've been in overdrive since about Thursday to make that dream possible. I'm determined to give myself a real break.

I'll be doing some Facebooking while I'm on the west coast, but you can look for recaps here after I return Sunday night. As long as I haven't fried to a complete lobster-like crisp and rendered myself unable to type, of course.

Perhaps I should invest in a floppy hat.


cheers,
elizabeth