Alas my final full day (in theory) in sunny sunny California.
Saturday morning all but came and said hasta luego by the time I had convinced Katie to introduce me to this thing call In-and-Out Burger I'd been hearing about. True I'm not a big red meat fan but I figured why not throw all my calories for an entire day into one meal? We only live once! Well let me tell you, despite the heartburn after ingesting that magical burger and a few (too many) mushy fries, I thought I've lived once and need my other 8 lives to appear. My twitter looked something like this: In and out burger update: uh oh. 3:25 PM Aug 1stfrom TwitterFon I can honestly say the best part of the burger were the fresh veggies you can't even imagine yall. Unreal. From there, Katie commenced in the tell-all, end-all, be-all that is Los Angeles.Having never visited the city, I had a desire to be educated and informed of all the historical locations we could jam into one day. Meaning: I wanted to see celebrity trash cans, back roads to some of the most infamous homes and unfortunately, the grounds of infamous murders I'd heard about growing up in innocent Tejas. Just to name a few of the places we went: Tate murder home, OJ Simpson murder street, Marilyn Monroe's house, the house from Troop Beverly Hills, The Playboy Mansion, Richard Gere's house, the Spelling Mansion, Lauren Conrad's stomping ground, the Hollywood Sign (from numerous angles!), thorough tour of the canyons and hills, popular hotels like where Brad and Angelina were first photographed (important okay?), nightclubs, the spot where the Notorious B.I.G. was slain at Wilshire & Fairfax, Mel's Diner, Melrose St., Rodeo Drive and all of the fabulousness in the area, Madonna's digs, and so many more. Busy day yes. But not too busy for some frozen yogurt in Burbank at Minches. Go. Find. One. Now. On our way back to Venice to get cleaned up for some grub, we drove through Santa Monica and passed The Ivy on the beach and sat next to some pretty high-dollar vehicles while in traffic. We blasted Queen, MJ, and Journey with the windows down and the sun mixing with a coastal breeze. We decided on Mel's Diner on Sunset Blvd. simply so we could people watch on their patio dining area. A group of people from France filled our listening ears and my BLT was wayy too much food for one sitting. Post napkin, we attempted to drive into the hills again but felt like we were in a bad, scary movie with sharp blind turns and thick fog. So we settled for a cruise through Beverly Hills and Hollywood. Not a bad back up plan huh? peace. love. and oh how airports are the pits.