do: Lake Shasta!

Oh, hello people of my internet! Glad to see you haven't gone far.

I've decided that instead of another cop out post, I'm going to post a real-live adventure! Whoooo/ hoorayyyyy/back flips!

no pain, no gain in handstands

So, back when we were driving in and around the Pacific North West, we decided to do a little sightseeing and give ourselves a break from the van walls. At this point in the tour (over a month in), we're all a little on edge, and not completely rational. The guys might disagree with me, but that's just their irrational side kicking in. We found ourselves four hours north of San Francisco - the farthest north I've been in Cali. So, what do I do when I find myself in a new place? A handstand of course! However, the grass was so dry here that it actually cut my foot. Ridiculous. Anyway - a couple tours back (before I was a part of the crew), the guys discovered Lake Shasta. They swam in the lake, they jumped off a rope swing, Zach hurt his wrist - you know, the things little boys dream of. So, we went off in search of this magical place. One major problem: that lake they swam in? WASN'T THERE.

Was it a figment of their imagination? Had they gone so tour crazy at that point that they were swimming in dirt and Zach hurt his wrist doing cartwheels? WHAT WAS GOING ON? Nothing made sense anymore. Ron was not discouraged in the least and made us all set out on the had-been lake bottom to find this water.

The beautiful, Lake Shasta

Ron attempting to convince us he was not crazy

Oh, look. There's the water. Lovely. A cesspool of mosquito crap

So we climbed a lake-bed mountain//Dom is king of the world. 

Ahhhh there's some real water.  

Ron isn't completely nuts. Thank God.

Due to the aforementioned cut on my foot, I had to sit on these rocks while the boys swam. I don't mess with flesh eating bacteria, y'all

So instead, I went on a walk alone.

SHASTAAAA

I found boats! and a lovely scene. 

the closest you'll get to my no-make up face (PS - why is that a thing in instagram?). That's reserved for my boys in the van. Lucky guys.
Don't go too far! I've got more just waiting in the wings. However, maybe you should go get a snack or something. I've been known to not post when I say I will. 
Happy Saturday!
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A Love Letter to San Diego

Dear SD,


Did you know? Did you know the fluttering I'd feel in my chest when I first laid eyes on you? Could you feel my excitement when I saw your plethora of adorable restaurants? Did you notice the way my eyes locked on the water once it came into view???


I'm sure you get this all the time... but, I think I love you. I know we've only spent a small amount of time together, but with your reliable, non-humid weather & my naturally wavy hair... I think we could be something really special. 


You're right - I once said this about LA. I'll admit that much... but that was before I met you! LA is wonderful, don't get me wrong - but she's sometimes a bit of a floozy for tourists (and you know how I feel about that). 


I hope you understand, New York will always have my heart... but please know there's a spot open for my winter mistress. 


xoxo,
VB

spotted a Banksy (we think)

our respective reactions when walking along the water

all right fine, a picture together!

me, me, rp + me. 

palm trees/pirates

SO other than becoming a new obsession, the show was good (but short), the hotel was nice, we had nice food, and enjoyed a night of casual drinks. Overall it was lovely. 

Then the van broke down in the desert on the way to LA. What a way to end that story.

later, dudes! Have a happy 4th of July! Hope it's full of jean shorts, American flags, lighting things on fire (grills/fireworks), beer made in our great country, and bare feet! 

this crew

look at this crew right here. quick pic of our van crew before we go out in LA tonight. If you were in the city tonight, hope you caught the show! If you didn't get tix in time.... we'll see you soon. SUCH A GOOD CROWD!