I’m writing this on the Amtrak back to Chicago from Los Angeles. It’s been a strange and long and wonderful 60 hours since I left my apartment with only a backpack (thank you, Spirit Airlines). (Actually, I snuck my fanny pack onto the plane under my sweater, but they don’t need to know that.) As soon as I landed, I took a bus to a coffee shop for a breakfast sandwich and 6 shots of espresso, then another bus to Kia Forum, where I queued for a grand total of 6 hours, with the hope of getting box-office-released tickets. (Spoiler alert: we did!)
The first photo is of the girlies I spent the day in line with; after spending such a long time together, we decided to get seats together, too, to continue our fun evening. We split up to quickly change, Carleigh and I getting ready in the Von bathroom and snagging a few snacks to eat on our walk back. Something about a grody grocery store bathroom as the prequel for our evening felt very brat.
