Oh, Getty Me to L.A.

I'm not sure if it was the brisk air that sent goosebumps up my arm, or the sheer fact that the energy in the air was tangible. It was the Getty. Not only had we waited in a highway line for over an hour, but we had also waited in a tram line to see it, and there it was. I knew it was something special when it looked beautiful from far away on top of a hill, glazed by the sun's reflection. To be quite honest, I wasn't there for the free concert (Best Coast), I was there to see for myself something I'd assumed would be one of those top ten list makers. It was more. Being the hopeless romantic that i secretly am, I couldn't stop imagining meeting the love of my life in the garden, or in front of the giant picture of the pinching beetle. Long story short, it was a day to remember and the view was breathtaking. Oh, L.A. why have you been so shy? Why is it that now, in the wake of eighteen years, i am just getting to know you? You are tall, beautiful, and hazy. I love you.