I had just finished posing with a giant statue of John Wooden when my phone buzzed.
It was 4:30 on Tuesday and my fiancé, Teddy, and I were winding down a touristy day in California that had already taken us from Santa Monica to Venice Beach to the Getty Center, and finally, to UCLA.
After walking nine miles, the only thing we wanted to do was check into our next hotel, take off our shoes, order some cheap takeout (for the second night in a row), and watch SportsCenter.
Turns out, we would only accomplish one of those things.