I've been singing the lines to that Go-Go's song all summer, but it wasn't until the very last gasps of summer until I finally took the plunge and got the hell out of Dodge. For those of you who don't live in Philadelphia, it's probably one of the worst places to be during the month of August and I really thought I was going to lose it this year.
Thankfully, my very old and dear friend Christine convinced me to visit her in Los Angeles, California for a few days to get some good old fashioned sun and fun. She was looking for a reason to take a staycation, so it was a win-win situation!
We spent every single day in LA either hitting the beach or hiking up mountains and through chapparals. We drank pints of Guinness at a pretty damn near authentic English pub, drank margaritas on Marina del Ray, and sipped lattes (soy chai for me) in some of the coolest coffee shops around.
My favorite parts of the trip centered around staring out into the horizon of the Pacific ocean, looking out into the mountains and valley and seeing for miles, thinking about life, thinking about nothing. Never before have I been so grateful to just unplug.
Our big night out was seeing Pink Martini play at the Hollywood Bowl on Saturday night. Their music is a blend of jazz, vintage, lounge and really, just a plain old good time. The Hollywood Bowl is all outdoors and pretty huge. We sat way way way far back, the concert shell seemed a million miles away, but it didn't matter. There were moments that I couldn't believe I was really there, tucked away in the Hollywood hills among thousands of people, perfect southern California weather, the outline of mountains against the night sky.
Sometimes I forget about that nature stuff, here in this dirty old town.
It was an awesome trip and a HUGE reminder and kick in the pants that it's really important to get away if you can.
You might be surprised what you find.