Trish, Gigi, and I went to Laguna Beach yesterday. I love it down there. Even though the weather wasn't completely in our favor, it was a great day. We enjoyed the beautiful scenery, the food, a little bar hopping and even squeezed in a gallery. We went for the artwork but stayed for the drinks!
This is what happens when I'm woken up at 4 a.m. on a Sunday morning after only three hours of sleep. I make silly slideshows.
I actually got home at about 11:30 last night but by the time I wound down and fell asleep it was 1 a.m. Around four this morning, I heard a noise that sounded like someone scraping plastic on cement. In my half asleep state, I thought someone was taking their garbage out, not realizing that it was so early, or a Sunday morning. Shortly thereafter I was jarred fully awake by the sound of approaching sirens. I jumped out of bed when I realized the sound had stopped outside my apartment window. I have several elderly people who live in my building, so my initial thought before pulling aside the curtains was that one of them was ill. However, I was quite shocked when I pulled back the curtains and saw a vehicle flipped over on its roof directly in front of my building. I'm not quite sure what happened. I couldn't bring myself to look long enough to decipher the situation. The firemen were just approaching the vehicle and I was concerned that next I would see them pulling a body from the wreckage. It's such a bizarre thing because the roads weren't wet and the immediate area is flat with no turns or anything that should cause that kind of accident. I was left to wonder how it happened and what was going on outside. In order to occupy myself, I read a few journals and put this little slideshow together.
The accident has been cleared now. So, I think I'll try to get some more sleep. Heck, maybe I'll wake later and find that it was all but a dream.