My best frand and I went to LA for the weekend. We stayed in a hostel, cruised down Hollywood Boulevard and obviously stopped at the star that mattered, ate famous chicken and waffles at Roscoe's, rode the ferris wheel and froze our asses off at the Santa Monica pier, ate more waffles, admired the Hollywood sign from Griffith Park and played under the Urban Lights exhibit in front of the LA County Museum of Art. It was pretty magical, but my bank account and the way my pants are currently fitting are both pretty terrifying. I need to stay still for a while. Remind me of this if I start planning another trip any time soon. How was your weekend?