When I first moved out to LA after graduation, I knew no one. Well, one person - my ex-boyfriend, Rob, whom I later ended up getting back together with for awhile - but really, I felt quite alone. And also quite brave for having moved out to an unfamiliar city on an unfamiliar coast with a decidedly "uncertain" ("crazy" works, too) career plan.
Yeah, you're seeing right. Against every single odd in the world, I CAUGHT A FISH.
Lucy was a little...let's just say "wary" (she preferred to stick by mom's side), but Virgil made about ten thousand new best friends, and even managed to sneak in a love affair or five.
Kendrick is my hero. He carries stuff, drives me home after weddings while I sleep, and kills bugs. Lots of them. That look of determination when he steels his gaze in the direction of the seething, crawly hellspawn while rolling up a People magazine into a wife-defending implement of destruction...
Morgan's wedding, held at the Scripps Seaside Forum in La Jolla, was just stunning.
