I’m writing to you from L.A.

It’s COLD here.  Like, I wore a sweater (really, more to contain the girls than to cover my arms), and my sweater was too light.  It’s just downright chilly.

Thus far, the travel has been fairly painless.  I mean, I’m EXHAUSTED.  I didn’t realize how large LAX is.  It’s massive.  As in, you must take a bus from terminal to terminal.  I thought, naively, that the buses were for the lazy individual.  But no.. it’s because you can’t logically walk from one to the other without missing your connection.

I can’t wait to get to the hotel, mainly because I have no obligations tonight.  No one’s meeting me here; I don’t have any meetings to try and make.  Which means I’m going swimming in the hotel pool (I LOVE EMBASSY SUITES) and then going to bed.  Have I mentioned how tired I am?  Kudos to all of the working preggo women out there; this is a bitch.

Although it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  Steph had warned me of swelling and vomiting beforehand, so I’ve been well prepared.  I’ve chugged (about) four gallons of water throughout the day, and I just ate my first meal an hour ago.  Can I just take a second to mention a west coast trait that I am all about? They put avocados.  On everything.  It was the best damn turkey sandwich I’ve ever had.

So now I’m waiting for my connection to Santa Maria, where I will pick up my rental car and drive another half hour to Lompoc (and the hotel).  As stupid as it sounds, I’m really excited about driving.. cause then I can listen to west coast radio.

I will say this: I miss Bryan.  There hasn’t been an aspect of this trip that I haven’t wanted to text him with some really stupid thought I had (Bryan, I sat next to this italian woman who got REALLY drunk on the plane and tried to figure out how we were related), and I have to think that this would be far less stressful if I had another brain figuring out which bus takes me to my next damn terminal.

My mother said that, as a child, I never met a stranger.  And while that skill helps me today (the bus driver drove me around twice because my legs were tired and I said he was funny like Bill Cosby without the sweater), I do wish that sometimes people would just leave me the hell alone.

Bryan, I think I stood next to Christina Aguilera in the deli.  She likes Snapple.