My boyfriend and I drove to Santa Barbara to see the God of satirical writing, David Sedaris, speak. Although we didn't have quite the degree of people worship mojo necessary to wait an hour in a book signing line, we were both very inspired by his awesomeness.

As for Santa Barbara...well, it felt a little odd to be in a town where perfect strangers will strike up conversation with you on a street corner or in a restaurant as if it's normal. In Los Angeles people only speak to you when they're strange and scary. Likewise, if you decide to randomly strike up conversation with the cashier you (I) simply accept the designated vibe of "strange and scary person." However, in Santa Barbara people who speak to you on the street don't seem to see themselves as anything but social animals. One nice guy with a beard and dreadlocks actually approached us and asked us if we were lost and then spoke to us for ten minutes about his chill vibe . We decided he was extrememly lonely, but admired his well-groomed beard (I'm still recovering from my boyfriend's unkempt beard that he recently shaved...thank God).

We eventually succumbed to the pace of this small town and spent hours in a coffee shop watching people stroll by as if there were no such thing as traffic to sit in and Cost-co lines to stand in...

Just for today, I can slow down.