So we headed southbound on The One, in search of sunshine and dollar menus.
STOP THE CAR, was that a Wendy's/TacoBell in one building? DO IT.
(Someone pass the Pepto.)
1 playlist later, from the backseat came pleas for 5 dolla footlongs.
Well hello there, Jack-In-The-Box! Milkshakes and tots? Don't mind if we do!
Needless to say, Santa Barbara is paradise.
(and for way more legitimate reasons than our fast food addiction.)
That said, in Morganne's old room, she had this gorgeous black and white ad. Jennifer Aniston, on a dock with a paper boat. Perhaps wondering how John Mayer can be so alluring and yet so, so sketch.
It has a very east coast feel to me, and maybe that's it's draw. Not sure, really. I never really loved Aniston until I saw this particular campaign. But no matter how many middling movies she may put out there, she's still America's sweetheart. And c'mon people, she's still chillin' on a dock. Not even John Mayer himself can resist that.
Flash forward to last week, and I'm needing a little inspiration one morning. I may have been creepily Google Image searching Miss Aniston like woah. But anyway, I channeled the dock ad for an outfit. Couldn't even wait for Morganne to see when I got to work.
And what do you know, she was out SICK.
So naturally, I enlisted Emily, and we headed outside at sunset to take a souvenir shot for Morgsy as she lay on her deathbed.
But let me tell you, Miss Aniston did not make that effing boat. People, I tried making an origami boat. I've watched NUMEROUS youtube videos. I fought the good fight, I really did. And while the video instructors ended up with fully-functioning kayaks, I somehow ended up with piles of confetti and nasty paper cuts.
Scrapping that idea, I resorted to mailing supplies and a crapload of staples.
Have a great long weekend!
With Love From,
your sketchy, vain, celebrity-impersonating friend.