I’m visiting my boyfriend, Bryce, in LA for the next two weeks before I move here in December.
On Tuesday morning, my mom and I packed her car with my two carry-on bags that I had filled as full as possible. I have a little lock to make sure my suitcase doesn’t come unzipped accidentally, so I wasn’t worried about shoving as much as possible in it.
I was flying out of Minneapolis, so we left early to drive there. We had time to visit a brewing store to get my mom a cheese making kit and some Christmas presents for my brothers. We also stopped at Blick’s art store where my mom got herself a drafting table. Our final stop before the airport was the aquarium at the Mall of America. We had gotten season passes at the beginning of the summer, but this was only our second visit since we got the passes.
My flight left at 3:15, so we got to the airport around 2. The road we took to the airport didn’t have the airlines listed for each terminal, so I had to look up on my phone which terminal my mom should drop me off at for Sun Country (Terminal 2). MSP does not have a recombobulation area after security, so it was super annoying trying to get my shoes back on and my computer and liquids back in my bag. Every airport should have a recombobulation area after security.
Since I got to the airport an hour before my flight, I didn’t have long to wait before boarding. Overhead baggage space filled up really quickly, so I had to check my little suitcase. It was free to check, since it should have been a carry-on. When I boarded, however, I noticed that there were several overhead compartments that were almost empty or completely empty, so I should have been able to keep my suitcase with me.
My flight was four hours next to some teenage boy who had giant elbows and no concept of personal space. I texted Bryce when I landed at 5:15 (I lost two hours due to the time difference) and he was 20 minutes away still, but he ended up having to circle the airport once when he got there because I had to wait for my suitcase I’d been forced to check.
Traffic was backed up on the roads Bryce said are normally quicker because there had been an accident, so it took us about 20 minutes to get home. Bryce promised me nachos when I arrived, so after we dropped my bags off at the house, we walked down to The Holloway, which was a much longer walk than I was expecting. Bryce was disappointed with the nachos and said they weren’t as good as they used to be, but I thought they were fine.
Wednesday morning, we went to Echo Park Lake and got breakfast burritos and coffee at a cute little cafe before walking around the lake. There is an island in the lake, but Bryce said the gate on the bridge is always locked, so you can’t get to it.
After our walk, we went home and unpacked all my stuff. I have way more stuff than Bryce wanted me to bring, but he’ll get over it.
Bryce decided I need new clothes, so we went to a thrift store, but couldn’t find anything that fit me. We then went to a big outdoor mall and found some cute things at Cotton On. Bryce made me promise to get rid of one thing for each item he bought me.
Bryce wanted to get German food for dinner Wednesday night, but his cousin George was hosting an open mic, so we went to that instead. I liked most of the comics and performers. Bryce told me afterward that he loves things like that where you can see the raw performance before it’s been refined into a great act and I’ll never see anything like it in Wisconsin. I have been to plenty of open mics in Wisconsin and they are pretty similar. Bryce is just pretentious.
Thursday morning Bryce decided we needed to go to the Huntington Library. It’s full of gardens and art collections, exactly the type of thing my mom would love. Bryce is trying to help me refine my Instagram, so he was taking lots of pictures of me and telling me how to pose. There were so many gardens to walk through, we got exhausted and only made it through the European art collection.
For lunch we went to In-N-Out, my first time there. Bryce had me take a picture to commemorate the occasion.
Bryce got me a subscription to VSCO as an early Christmas present, so when he and George went to work in the evening, I played around with all the filters and editing options I can use for my photos. Bryce sent me a bunch we had taken at the gardens, so I chose my favorites to mess around with.