in case i ever feel like i never do anything...

i wanted to remind myself of the shit i've done the past 2 days; just in case i forget.

SATURDAY:

5 am: loaded our bags into john's car and headed to the airport.
5:20 am: got mcdonald's breakfast; could not scoop out the yoke
6 am: went through security at checkpoint B
6:30 am: got patted down in checkpoint B
6:35 am: realized we had to go through checkpoint A
6:45 am: made it through checkpoint A
7 am: boarded our plane
10:05 am: arrived in los angeles
10:06 am: left the mexican blanket on the plane
10:45 am: fought with an old women about our car
11:30 am: got the car
12 pm: found out that in-n-out makes burgers with grilled onions
12:10 pm: made friends with every in-n-out worker
12:15 pm: ate massive amounts of food with spread
12:30: made friends with an old lady going to NY in november
1 pm: arrived at our hotel and got settled in thanks to jonah/johan/joe-han
2 pm: drove to santa monica and ended up in a vintage store
2:15 pm: became best friends with Bruce
3 pm: spent $40 dollars on a plain green t-shirt with some stains. best buy 2011.
3:15 pm: found out we were in brandon boyd's girlfriend's vintage store.
3:30 pm: bought cookies, champagne, sprite, squirt, and bacardi
4 pm: drove to newport beach
4:15 pm: kaela begins to drink her squirt with the cup holder attached
4:30 pm: kaela opens my sprite
4:31 pm: sprite explodes and kaela continues to hand it to me while i'm driving on a 6 lane freeway
4:35 pm: attempted sprite cleanup
5 pm: got called "women" repeatedly by drunk men
5:30 pm: saw an amazing sunset on the beach
6 pm: ate at sol cafe. mushrooms in butter for $2.50
7 pm: how the eff do you turn on these lights?!
7:28 pm: cut across 5 lanes of traffic due to dancing from "foster the people."
7:30 pm: cut off 45 minutes worth of traffic going into incubus. because we're from new york.
7:45 pm: attempt at taking a bacardi shot. attempt failed.
7:46 pm: invited to drink a beer with our neighbors
8:30 pm-10:15 pm: INCUBUS<3
10:15-11 pm: no one is really sure.
11:15 pm: quickly get dressed, down mimosas, fill up douchebag and call a cab
12 am: "sooo, like, how does this work?" gain free entry into a VIP club at the Roosevelt Hotel
1 am: shake hands with taye diggs. he suggests we talk with his agent about becoming actresses. we declined.
1:45 am: invitation to go to justin timberlake's house, aka a strange boys hotel room. invitation declined.
2:30 am: returned to our hotel.

i was going to continue with day 2, but then i realized that i can't really see anymore. until tomorrow...