The Cheesecake Factory is a place designed to kill you, I swear to god.
I am so ridiculously full. I am going to go home Saturday, hug my cross trainer and apologise to it for all the extra weight that has appeared.
*disgruntled full noises*
Wedding was amazing, I very nearly shed a tear. The house they got married in is incredible, what’s more incredible is that the brides sister owns it. So we got to go round there a few nights before the wedding and get very very drunk in a huge LA mansion. Living the dream.
Anyway, this photo is one of the few times I don’t mind my height and realise my legs are ok really. We both went and got our hair and nails done before hand too, so all in all felt rather glamorous.
Yesterday day was a good first day. There is a crazy pancake machine in our hotel so naturally that’s all I had for breakfast.
We went for a bit of a wander around, found a wine store that had more wine in it that I have ever seen in my entire life. It was like a supermarket. For just wine. Amazing.
Then we found a huge shopping mall, bought clothes, went to the Cheesecake Factory for lunch, came back and had a dip in the pool, then sat and drank beer by the pool.
We were pretty determined not to let jet lag get hold of us so headed to a bar for some more drinks but ended up crashing around 10pm. Now it’s 7.30am and I’m wide awake. Shit.
So long travelling though. 8 hours to Chicago which was fine cause it was a British Airways flight, so I happily watched the second Hobbit, the second Thor and Frozen. And I could charge my phone. Crazy.
Flight from Chicago to LA was less awesome, was fully shattered by this point and confused by time zones.
However just got 6 hours sleep and definitely ready to go exploring in the sun :D