I love a Thelma-and-Louise-style road trip (preferably without the murder, robbery and suicide - they don't go so well with my driving outfit). Today B and I fly to Los Angeles to begin our two-week driving adventure of the old wild west.
I have decided to take on both roles of Thelma and Louise and B will be that hot cowboy that comes in about half way through.
The city of dreams with dirty knickers. I've been to LA twelve gazillion times (mostly for work) but B has never been... so it's back to Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Universal Studios, Disneyland, Venice Beach, etc, and some sun sun SUN.
Please let me not get married by Tuesday Elvis! I've always wanted to roll the dice in a fancy dress at a Vegas casino or put all my chips on the roulette wheel. Bring on the tacky trash and hangover.
Recovery from Vegas. Long roads, beautiful mountains, and please no bears (my biggest fear).
Where my step-dad is from; a place to rest and clink champagne glasses for B's birthday inside a Telluride mountain lodge. I can already smell the fresh air.
Historic homes to Native American history (a culture I've long been fascinated with) and the playing fields of old wild western movies. A truly special place I'm told.
Have a fantastic two weeks; I'll try to not neglect my blog. But if I do - it only means I'm having far too much fun. Or I have been eaten by a bear. Or I am hiding in shame after getting married in Vegas.