I'm heading out on a road trip this week, driving north from L.A. relaxing and making the drive at my leisure, enjoying the rugged coastal scenery, gazing at the sparkling ocean and stopping whenever and wherever I please; a roadside fruit stand, Hearst Castle, and some time on the beach popping open my beach chair, basking in the warm sun and taking a quick dip in the cool ocean. I'll perfect that beachy-wave in my mermaid hair, singing along to Lana del Rey's "West Coast" on my iPod and perhaps I'll meet someone new to sip a glass of wine with - I like the possibilities.
I'll be spending the weekend visiting with one of my favorite girlfriends in San Mateo that I've neglected for too long, and I'll venture into the City to meet some like-minded ladies for a "Strumpet Brunch" one afternoon. It will be fun to catch up and even better to soak up the sun and drive with no particular schedule or itinerary except that I will be happy cruising along, creating postcards in my mind, thankful for the time I took that one Summer to just enjoy the intoxicating journey.
