Tomorrow morning I’m flying to Los Angeles.
I’m headed there for the day to attend a food photography workshop put on by the wonderful White on Rice Couple and hang out downtown with a handful of talented food bloggers. We’re going to learn about photography, eat delicious food and talk about fun elements such as composition, lighting, editing and exposure. I’m thrilled to be a part of it!
But here’s why I’m nervous:
I’ve never been to Los Angeles before. What if I get lost downtown, go the wrong direction and end up in Mexico?
My flight leaves at 6:40 in the morning. There’s a chance I will oversleep my alarm and miss the entire thing.
My flight back leaves at 6:30 tomorrow evening. What if I forget to take the mace out of my purse and get stopped at security? It’s happened before.
I’m from The South. I don’t know how to deal with all the hip people in Southern California and we all know what happens when I get in large crowds.
There’s a chance I will run into one of the following: Reese Witherspoon, Julia Roberts, Brad Pitt or Ryan Reynolds.
Last week, I sat on my only pair of big sunglasses and broke them. This marks the seventh pair of sunglasses that I’ve crushed with my behind. And how can one go to Los Angeles without oversized sunglasses?
If you happen to live in Los Angeles and see a petite blonde girl in dorky tennis shoes with a large map, a backpack and a Southern accent looking confused on a street corner, please help her.
She’s out of her element and needs to go home.