I Come From Foreign

You can be driving down the freeway in April, 80 degrees out (26 Celsius) and sunshine-y for once, all on tenterhooks and shizz for the summer and lo and behold, alas alack, there’s snow on the gd mountains just a little bit in the distance.

SNOW!!

Now talk about a foreign concept.

I’ve seen snow twice in my life. I think. Well, once for sure.

I was in Canada visiting my best friend* and it was March and my hair froze.

No good.

Island people and snow usually doh mix.

But being in snow and being able to see snow are two very different things, especially when you can see the snow from the lovely vantage point of somewhere where it’s 80 degrees and you’re wearing a sundress.

Seeing snow when it’s 80 degrees out makes me happy.

And that is the first reason (of many to come) why LA is cool.

*(Incidentally, this lovely bff and her bf were my first visitors from back home this Feb and she was just as damn cold as me in perpetually warm and sunny (ha!) LA. Vindication! [more on bff to come])