4.25.2011

Pree-i shi-j pah-ee, isn't it?





First trip out west was intense and awesome. Beverly Hills. Early wake-ups for no reason at all (ok, the time change). Trips through Little Ethiopia for epic visits at prop houses that have everything in the world ever. Fake food fun. Horrible smelling air-fresheners. Lunch at Barneys. Comme des Garcons crochet t-shirts. Picking up adorable babies at school. Ridiculous rum punch with fruit hanging from the side at business meeting. Candy necklaces. Traffic traffic everywhere. Personal watermelons at target. "Yo yo yo you're getting on the freeway!". Encino. American flags and crucifixes. Head of illicit activities. Rescuing Celine shirts. Sherman Oaks. Drunken British accents. Unexpected Strokes concert outside hotel. "Just show up and play the hits!". Ace of Base dance party. Wet wipes. Anti-American Apparel. Presidential security checks. In-n-Out burgers. Pumping gas. Pool time in street clothes. Flying home with the whole row to myself.

4 comments:

Isabel said...

Tank Girl with that gun. West Coast is best coast.

Lola said...

Need. Burger. Now.

nicolette said...

sounds like a pretty typical trip to LA. (typical=awesome)

Ms. Fitz said...

Looks so awesome, Love your food pics- Only in America do they make awesome junk food like this!