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Tomorrow night, I head to San Diego (via Los Angeles) to spend a weekend with my beautiful sisters (who you may remember from their epic Just Dance video last summer).
Even if the forecast is right and the weather completely sucks, I have no doubt that we’ll have a blast. There really isn’t anything better than being with my sisters, period. No one else has shared the same experiences and ridiculousness and childhood memories. No one else understands the significance of brown overalls with green t-shirts, “Ur mom,” Hooga Buttray, “That’s your boyfriend,” Slapping Cheeks, Spits in Face or Giant Moon.
Other than quality sister time, my California to-do list includes:
- An In-N-Out cheeseburger, animal style
- Iced coffee and a vanilla ice blended from Coffee Bean
- Nordstrom Rack
- Fresh fish tacos
- The beach
- And if I can swing it, a drive through West LA. I haven’t been back there in five years and I really want to see my old ‘hood.
I can’t wait to step foot in my homeland. I’m afraid I won’t want to leave.
