don't hate.

i just got back from california with annamaria. instead of telling about the trip in a story format, i will use my preferred method of a list:

• in the morning, i ran along the beach. i wish i would have taken off my shoes and ran barefoot, but that would have killed me. walking barefoot in the sand kicked my ass.
• we met some people from new zealand. they called me "kansas" and asked if i was a farmer. they took a picture of me and my piercings to show their daughter who had just gotten her ears pierced. i was wearing three-inch glittery open-toe heels, a hot pink feather on my head, and a large rhinestoned "barbie" logo necklace. there are pictures of this, but i probably will not post them. anywhere. ever.
• we went to a dodgers game when i found out my future husband and favorite cubs player ted lilly is now a dodger. our seats were about the ninth row by first base. amazing.
• i took 500 pictures at the dodgers game.
• 496 of the above-mentioned pictures are of ted lilly. about 489 of them are of ted lilly's butt.
• i took pictures of a lot of my meals.
• i bought a super sparkly ring that looks like an engagement ring except the band is stretchy for my fat middle finger. 
• our hotel was really nice.
• our cab drivers were really odd.
• i had a 20-minute conversation with a girl at a clothing store. the conversation was about piercings and tattoos and how your parents feel about them. she was about my age.
• i accidentally turned on the fireplace in our room.
• i somehow broke the internet on my laptop. and by "broke" i mean "i acted like i know something about computers and wireless networks and probably disabled something or changed some setting, and now i can't get on the internet".
• did i mention i took hundreds of pictures of ted lilly?
• i bought seven pairs of shoes (i don't think i even owned seven pairs of shoes prior to this).
• i bought a hot pink and gray shirt. its obnoxious. straight from the '80s.
• i got a guy's phone number within a few hours of arriving in l.a. we were on the pier. he was wearing a kc royals hat. i obviously needed to ask if he is from kc. i also obviously needed to introduce him to my new best friend: the glittery kc royals hat. i showed him the picture on my phone, and he was impressed. he introduced himself as "big perm" and said he does voice-overs for a living. he demonstrated a few examples and sang a few songs. he said ladies used to be jealous of his lovely locks until he chopped them off about five years ago. i had assumed the perm was during the 1980s. nope. much more recent. after we left him, annamaria teased, "we haven't even been here a day, and you got a phone number!" side note: she has a boyfriend and is off-limits. don't hate. i, on the other hand, am painfully single and available. give me a call if you're interested!