It all started with my meeting the hubs out in L.A. He was working and had to drive the work van back to St. Louis, so the whole trip idea came about from that situation. We decided we'd drive a route we hadn't before so we could see Utah and Wyoming and, more importantly, our little niece Nora in Omaha.
This is me waiting at LAX for my checked bag. In the past two years, it seems I've lost my ability to pack light, which isn't the most fun when you use vintage luggage that doesn't have wheels. Oh, and remember these shoes from several weeks ago? Yeah, I have them in black and red now....
The bonus of my having lived in L.A. for several years is I am not stranded if I don't have a car (which I didn't). As soon as I got to the hotel, I dropped my things and headed for the nearest Big Blue Bus stop and grabbed the 3, which landed me a two-minute walk from the deliciousness you see above. I always get the grilled cheese, which is essentially everything you get on a regular burger sans the patty. It's the best bun with lettuce, tomato and cheese (and their special sauce) that you'll ever have. Promise.
After In-N-Out I was rescued from another bus ride by my good friend and bridesmaid, The Swan. Or at least that's what we call her. She and I hung out all afternoon catching up, then headed to Farmshop in Brentwood for dinner for one of those splurge meals. As is the norm in this fair city, the lighting in the restaurant was very dim, which didn't lend itself to phone camera photos, but it was delish.
The next morning, the hubs and I went to what was our favorite breakfast place in Santa Monica, The OP Cafe. I was surprised and a little wary at first to see how much it had changed, cosmetically speaking, but the food was the same, thankfully. Now that I only get it on occasion, I have a one-track mind when it comes to ordering....
Which means breakfast tacos. These babies are the real deal.
The cafe is next to a car repair shop that always has some sweet classic car sitting in the lot, and this time I got to drool over this pink Cadillac.
On our way out of town, we had to stop at Union Station for the hubs's work. The building is so pretty.
We finally got on the road and stopped for lunch in Las Vegas, to which I had never been. I've heard it's depressing in the daylight, and those rumors are true. But at least I got to see some cool buildings, starting with Lady Liberty Jr. up there.
And then The Flamingo, which was my favorite. I LOVE all those feathers above the sign.
The Sahara sat sad and empty, which breaks my hearts considering I'm a huge Sinatra fan and this was one of his regular hangouts. The hubs and I decided someone should buy it and reclaim its glory days, where you can't get in unless the lads are in tuxes and the ladies are dressed to the nines. Inside all the classy people will listen to live entertainment in the style of the 40s and 50s, dine on delicious food and drink martinis and scotch. In the words of Liz Lemon: "I want to go to there."
After we had what turned out to be an early dinner, above it was it looked like as we left Las Vegas.
We stayed in Park City for two nights, which was probably my favorite stop on the trip. It was the perfect time to go because it was cold, but since there wasn't any snow yet, it wasn't crazy crowded. Saturday morning we ate breakfast at The Eating Establishment, and it was my favorite meal of the trip. The hubs was fairly certain he spotted several X-Gamers while we were there, so I think he liked it, too.
I had the huevos rancheros, and they were divine! The hubs, of course, had chicken-fried steak. And afterward we walked around town for a little bit. I found this amazing vintage dress at a consignment shop, which I'll hopefully model sometime soon. And afterward we drove into Salt Lake City for a day of "work" for me, which means lots of thrifting. I picked up some really great stuff for the store.
We had dinner at Em's before we went back to Park City. The salad and dessert were really yummy...
Not a great pic, but I had to share: chocolate chunk brownie with a pecan-bourbon ice cream on top.
The next morning we hit the road again and happened upon some warm, gooey cinnamon rolls baked fresh at this gas station.
Wyoming was gorgeous in that pure, unsettled way. Lots of mountains and plains and herds of antelope and sheep. I think it was the most peaceful part of the trip. We didn't do much talking because we were too busy taking in the beauty around us.
Haha. A reluctant photo subject.
The place for ranchwear in Cheyenne...
My favorite sign along the main strip in town. Maybe we'll stay here next time...
I picked up Mortimer here somewhere in Laramie to bring home and join his new brother and sister magnets on the fridge...
This was the best part of the whole trip!A grainy photo, but I just had to share. My little niece Nora, all snuggled up in Omaha. Haven't seen her since she was born in August, and she just make my heart sing. Such a sweetie!
On our way through Columbia, the ol' alma mater, we had to stop at El Rancho for lunch. The hubs and I spent many a late-night date here right before we all moved to L.A., so it was fun to be back there, still ordering the same things...feeling young again. :)
I get the same thing most every time: chips and guac and beans and rice. Then load it all up on a chip and go to town! Yum, yum.
Now...onto the shows this weekend! Tomorrow, for those of you out in O'Fallon, Mo., I'll be at the O'Fallon Fall Fest in Civic Park from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. and would love to see your shining faces! Then on Sunday I'll be at the Dutchtown Harvest Festival in Marquette Park from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. This one is a "food" event, so there will be loads of yummy things to try, and then once your tummy is full, come and try on some vintage frocks to fill out your closet. :)
Hope to see you this weekend!