While we hate beating a dead horse and all, we gotta say, yet again, that living in Southern Cali does.not.suck. And this weekend I think it’s safe to say that the two of us heifers felt really grateful to call this place home. Our weekends were filled with beach volleyball and oceanfront festivals (Steph), and a long weekend on Catalina Island (Karrie) golf carting around the little island and meandering up and down its charming streets. Lots of fun had by both of us floozies, for sure. Take a look!:
{Raging Friday night}
{Morning light at Steph’s beach cabin *namaste}
{Dusting off the beach v-ball skills}
{Feeding cute hippie babies at the beach from a (coconut) sippy cup}
{Saturdaze}
{Hope and Steph, Steph and Hope. Two peas in a pod. ‘Specially at Bub’s, a sports bar on Sunday Funday #sausagefest}
(Teem!, Karrie’s pensive hubs, eyeing the canoes he was gonna race in the next day}
{Said outrigger canoes, ’bout to cross the Pacific to Newport Beach}
{“It’s the F*cking Catalina Wine Mixer!” – Stepbrothers}
{The locals and tourists mostly drive golf carts around the Island. How cute?!}
{Teem just loved his pink hotel!}
{Capturing the view of the Island while golf cartin’ it}
{Not too shabby… The ocean’s not bad either ;)}
Happy Monday dolls!
xoxo,
