For those of you who know me, you know that if there is one thing I am absolutely AWFUL at, it’s directions. I’m hopeless. I can barely get myself around my hometown where I was born and raised – I just literally do not know where I am going.
I like to blame it on the fact that I refused to get my driver’s license until I was 23 years old, but the truth is even if I started to pay attention to navigation at the young, ripe, age of 16 it still wouldn’t make any difference. Unfortunately I solely rely on Maps because my observation skills don’t cut it. Trust when I say I realize this is embarrassing.
SO finding my way around Los Angeles has been a challenge for reals. It’s the 101 one day, the 405 the next. Then hey, if there’s too much traffic let’s just take backroads. Like, how is a sister supposed to learn if we’re taking a different route every single time? I typically need to leave my house with an extra 20 minutes because I’ve gotten lost more times than I can count on one hand. It just makes sense at this point to account for the fact that I’ll most likely take a wrong turn, as well as the entirely different battle that is trying to find parking. Ugh, not ideal.
I know I’m not really selling myself here at your co-pilot, but I promise I’m a really fun roadtrip companion. I’ll play the best tunes, feed you snacks, and tell funny jokes to keep you awake. I also try to be as considerate as possible by keeping my pit-stops to a minimum. Still not convinced? Jokes on y’all because I actually got a pal to cruise through the desert with me next weekend for a little fun in the sun in The City of Sin! I’m really looking forward to being back in Vegas, it’s been a minute <3
Before I go, if you have any tips or tricks you’re willing to share please feel free to assist – I will forever be in debt to you. In the meantime, if there’s a wild child out there looking for an adventure: I call shotgun!