The Gals Do the Golden State

Recapping our four-day SoCal bop

It’s 3 AM and our downtown San Diego apartment still buzzes with party and electric skyline. After getting security called on us three times for too much “body-ody-ody,” everyone’s made their way to bed, where each room has its own unique subtext:

Brie’s drunken, sun-kissed body drifts from the couch to the air mattress:

“What the fuck are you doing down …