February 18th- Los Angeles

Waiting to board my flight, I am sitting in a rather comfortable airport. This may very well be the best airport experience I've had (is it a coincidence that this is the earliest I've traveled?).

Anyway, a quick post to give you all a bit of insight as to what my current playlist is:

1) "California Love"- 2Pac f. Dr. Dre. If only I had a boombox (or, better yet, a ghetto blaster)...I'd be the coolest kid in the state. While we're here...this may be one of the better music videos of all time. It's like Mad Max, only with Dre (a magical combination of early, pre-anti-Semite Mel Gibson and early, pre-Eminem Dr. Dre)!

2) "California Dreamin' "- Mamas and the Papas. The song makes me think of autumn, though it's quite appropriate for a late-winter excursion out west.

3) "All Star"- Smash Mouth. Why? 'Cause it's the most absurdly cheesy song I can think of, and yet...I envision LAX playing it upon my arrival...what that says about me remains to be seen.

4) "California"- Phantom Planet. Because if I am ever to find Rachel Bilson, I will have to BECOME Seth Cohen...or Sandy Cohen, with his monster brows...wish me luck.

5) "Folsom Prison Blues" - Johnny Cash- Why? Because Johnny Cash is a fucking badass, that's why.

6) " Let Go"- Frou Frou. This song reminds me of a road trip to Long Island, making all sorts of mistakes and outlandish statements, and eventually coming upon Dogshit Alley with this song blaring over the radio....I do love me some nostalgia.

7) "What Goes Around"- Justin Timberlake. I haven't been able to bring myself to listen to this album at all in any capacity over the last almost year and a half. However, this song was on the radio in Miami and it really hit me as something funky to listen to. Gotta love songs you can shake your moneymaker to.

8) "Shake It"- Metro Station....because I will be shaking it fast.


(side note: Gentlemen, it has been brought to my attention that women do not appreciate the comment "sick dumper", not matter how pure intentions may be. This begs the question, 'when did we get to a point that ferocious deucers are not to be admired/complimented?'. That is all.)

I'm on my way, dear...(note: sick dumper)

This is my first time out on the left coast (far better than using legitimate directions), and so I am stoked to catch a glimpse of the mighty Pacific. Time to board. Californiaaaaaaaaaaaa here I come!