For those of you left wondering, "Did the fantastic friends ever survive the roadtrip?! What happened next??", I can assure you that, yes, we did, in fact, make it back to our respective homes. I shall give you a quick run-down via some additional photos of our week's adventure (which, in some ways, is richer and more visceral than trying to explain it all through words). We drove up the PCH, stayed in a cottage in Cambria for a night, continued on to Oakland and stayed with our lovely Samarth Vader (aka, BAMF) for two nights near Berkeley, then came back to Los Angeles, where we made a homemade pizza - complete with wine and accompanying flour fight - and where I was presented with Eliza Doolittle, the Build-a-Bear lovechild of our epic friendcation. It was a week of laughing so hard your belly hurts, and of wanting to stay twenty-three for a lifetime, surrounded by people who so lovingly illuminate the absurd and the hysterical on an hourly basis.
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