PCH & PCP

Disclaimer: No drugs were used during this trip. 
For someone who has lived in SoCal for more than half her life, today was, shockingly, the first day I've ever made it outside the boundaries and cruised onto the beauty that is the Pacific Coast Highway. The spontaneous trip led for some laughs, some scares and some very shitty karaoke. And I cannot stress how much good company is for an adventure. The homies and I started our day by fulfilling our typical Basic White Girl needs with our Starbucks, then made our way to Encinitas for some long walks on the beach (while covertly sneaking peaks at the poor surfers..with their tight..wet..suits...PraiseCheezusHallelujah), tackled a grand staircase that rivals the ones from Harry Potter and overindulged in overpriced gelato. We did some shopping at some not so thrifty thrift stores (help us out Macklemore, we could not find one damn fur coat for $20 in a sea of Hawaiian Shirts) and got our fix of cheap books. But the highlight was the singing that took place in that Honda civic. R.I.P to our butchered versions of Bruno Mars and Tove Lo. But we redeemed ourselves. Charlie XCX and Milky Chance need to hear our harmonies and feature us on they next album. Soooo...get on it, Hollywood.
Driver Homie~Em
Starbucks Homie~Dalia
Copilot~Pilar
Thanks for the day, ladies.
 Hogwarts-esque Staircase
 Homies
The Driver who went H.A.M. on Uptown Funk

Theme Song for the Day

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