Clearly, one of the best things about being in LA is the close proximity to the beach. Being able to take a 5 minute drive and put my feet in the sand is one of my favorite things in the world. Growing up landlocked in Ohio, I only got to go to the beach once every couple of years, and it was always such a magical experience. For those of you who grew up in the Midwest, you know exactly how I feel. Seeing the ocean for the first time is a pretty rad. I always hoped I'd end up living close, but now that it's finally happened, I feel SO lucky. Who gets to go to the ocean every week? How is that real life?!
Two weekends ago, Drew and I hit up the beach in Santa Monica. It's for sure one of my favorite beaches in LA, especially because of the Santa Monica Pier. Best way I can describe the SMP to anyone who hasn't been before is that it feels like they took a traveling carnival (and a second rate one at that) and let them permanently set up shop on the pier. Just like "Hey, this is my friend Ricky. He runs a carnival out of Topeka, Kansas but he just got picked up on some criminal charges and has to go away for a while. Mind if he just stores all of his carnival shit here on this pier for a while? Great!" It's basically awful, which means I, of course, love it. It's tacky, crowded and a big hot mess. What's not to love? On this particular trip, we steered clear of the SMP, heading straight for the beach instead. While we were there, I snapped a few pictures and played in the sand. Perfect way to spend a Saturday.
Just looking at these pictures makes me wish I wasn't sitting inside working on my laptop. Scheduling another beach day ASAP.