LA take 2

This is my "Dad, take the picture already!" face

I don't know what I was thinking braving a long car trip after last time...and this time without Dan along to help. But I was smarter this time and left the house at 4am and Brandt slept the entire trip! I was willing him to wake up in Barstow because I had to pee, but he kept right on sleeping and there was no way I was going to poke the bear. I just need to get one good trip under my belt and then I'll let my bladder call the shots. A little over three and a half hours from leaving Vegas, we'd arrived and were awake and ready to party! And by party, I mean shop at Ikea with my bro. I miss Ikea. But that's just one thing on a long long list of stuff I miss about California.

After Ikea we checked out the Silverlake Farmers' Market where we learned that fresh raw sugar cane juice (Antioxidants! Probiotic!) tastes icky. Then we met up with my dad and walked around Pacific Palisades Park, and since that wasn't quite dirty enough, headed over to Venice Beach (yeah, I don't know what I was thinking suggesting Venice...that is no place for a baby).