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Oh the posh posh traveling life, the traveling life for me!

I’ve been told by la (repeatedly) (and in a British accent) that the above line is from a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang song. So I’m not surprised that it popped in to my head when starting to write this travel-related blog post.

La and I have gotten to do a little traveling as ad girls. Sometimes for shoots, but last week it was to do focus group testing for four commercials targeting regular women (read: we had to get out of the LA area to get accurate feedback). La flew to Denver, and I flew to Chicago. Meaning, I flew into O’Hare and never officially left the suburbs.

The glamorous view from my 6th floor hotel room… interstate:
itasca westin

When testing was officially over (which went great, BTW, and we will hopefully get to make our spot) I went rogue and decided to trek in to the city to find myself an authentic Chicago-style hot dog (first introduced to me by Portillo’s/Eric Burnett). The hotel suggested I take a $4 train ride, which I did, and to my surprise it was a double-decker adventure that made me feel like I was on the Knight Bus. But, it took 45 minutes, and my phone was dying so I couldn’t play games :(

When I got there, I was greeted by this lovely sight:
chicago skyscraper

Then, armed with a little bit of phone charge and a yelp app, I set out to find that perfect dog. I must have walked all the wrong directions because sadly, after 2 hours of humidity and blisters (tmi?):
chicago blister

this was the best I could do:
chicago 7-11

I had to sprint back to Union Station (or wait ANOTHER two hours), dripping and still hungry, to sit on this thing for another 45 minutes (picture taken just before my phone finally died):
chicago train

When I got back to the Itasca bus station, there was not a cab in sight and it started to thunder and rain. Luckily, someone else’s cab took pity on me and I finally got back to the hotel.


Meanwhile, la was living the beautiful life in Denver:
denver skyline

All in all, it was a nice departure from our regular grind. For those of you who go on business trips, you know how fun it is to spring for the $5 snacks on the plane or $9.99 internet at the hotel knowing it’s all ending up on an expense report. When I arrived at the Itasca, IL Westin, walked up to that front desk and handed them my credit card, it was a great feeling to know that I’d be getting the rewards points but not footing the bill. Traveling for work is awesome!

xo and back at my regular old Los Angeles desk…


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Bright Like Neon Love (or Do I Look More Creative?)

bright like neon love

So I love this album. And I love this band. Apparently, I love them so much that I want to be this album.

Yesterday, before I hopped onto a flight to Denver, I dyed my hair pink. Well, “atomic pink,” actually, among other colors. And when Candi at Paper Scissors Rock was putting NEON colors in the bleached, nasty straw ends of my hair during hour two at the salon yesterday, I couldn’t help repeating bright like neon love! bright like neon love! it’s just hair! bright like neon love! over and over again in my head.

Since I’ve never done ANYTHING like this before, I’m going to walk you through the steps as I carefully documented them on Instagram yesterday.

Step one:
Say good-bye to all brown hair and remind oneself that it’s just hair, and that I can cut it, grow it, dye it, do whatever I want with it if it looks terrible.
good-bye brown hair

Step two:
Apply bleach, look the tin foil man, sit under one of these things that look like space helmets and wait while my head overheats. Balk at my bleached hair, which looks nasty and like straw.
ombre hair bleached

Step three:
Mix colors. Or rather, watch while Candi mixes colors. Blue velvet. Pimpin Purple. Burgany Wine. Atomic Pink. Wait while she puts my hair in foil again. Sit under space man helmet heater again. Wait nervously.
ombre hair dye colors

Step four:
Take the foil out EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeek! I’m bright like neon love! Bright like rainbow brite! Bright like gaga’s monsters!
ombre pink hair final

Step five:
Know my hair is pink and purple, but forget what I actually look like and keep getting shocking but giggly looks at myself in various things like rearview mirrors, shop windows and other people’s stares on airplanes.
ombre hair pink dangerous driving

So then, I stepped on a plane, flew to Denver and came for focus group testing (uhhh whoops, I didn’t know clients were going to be here! I hope I look professional enough!). And while I can’t give away any of the secrets of what we’re testing, hopefully it means that along with making my hair pink, we may be making some commercials soon!

Until we can give you more details, enjoy this rambling lali lessons post on focus groups.

And enjoy how my ponytail (as photographed in the downtown Denver Sheraton last night) looks like it belongs on a my little pony – (or at least the Asian market dark haired version of my little pony)!
pink ponytail
baby moondancer

And finally, just as we pondered: do our glasses make us cool creatives? – I ask the blog readers the same, does my pink ombre hair make me a cooler creative?

pink paint dipped la!

PS More shots with better hair color examples!

Pink Ombre Hair

~~<(( !Pacific Fest! )>~~

Juke Wrap Party


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worth it?

working hard

working weekends

working holidays

working holiday weekends

working while on vacation

working late

working early

working tired

working without knowing if we’re ever going to get anything produced…


it all fades away when your partner greets you with mcdonald’s breakfast on a tuesday morning:


thanks la!

xo, li

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