So, thanks to some wonderful friends, we were able to make it work. I booked a flight out on Tuesday, and I left.

Out the window.

Flying over MN.

In Phoenix.

Getting ready to go to LA.

...an accident waiting to happen.

the baggage carousel.

I think this is my first solo taxi ride.
When I got off the plane, I had to collect my bag because the flight was full, and I had to check it at the gate. I slowly proceeded to the curb to get a cab.
As we drove away from the airport, I saw some homeless people sleeping in tents in the bushes. I also saw one of the LDS temples in the distance. We took the freeway to Santa Monica, and It cost me about $47 for a 20 minute ride.
My cab driver wasn't very friendly, and when I got to the hotel I was staying in, I handed him my credit card. He hadn't said much of anything to me, and when he grabbed my card, he shook his head and said, "You don't have cash?" I didn't reply.

This was my view out of the hotel window/balcony.

The sunset from my room as I was waiting for Brett to get back from the studio so we could go to dinner.
The people from the agency that Brett works with took us to dinner, and there were about ten of us. It was a ton of fun, lots of good food, and the atmosphere was great. It was a great start to a relaxing trip.














