Drive to Venice, get stuck in Santa Monica
well yesterday, the grand adventure that it was...
was fun. of course, and grueling also.
The original plan was to go to universal studios. upon arriving at the parking structure one of us to remain nameless forgot their pass. so yes 2 of us could get in but one could not. then the hunger struck us.
we went to in-n-out and grubbed mmm in-n-out. we then had the task of figuring out what we could do instead that was sort of in the area.
enter Venice Beach.
Ron nor I had ever been there before and it sounds like a neat place to see.
so auto-GPS in hand we decided to go to Venice. after about an hour in traffic (someone picked the "short" route rather than the "quick" route... so yes stuck in traffic on Highland, oh we're in Hollywood now excellent.
pass the street named Beverly. oh that reminds me of someone ... at which point I went into a haze thinking about the times I've hung out with the one that the sign reminded me of.
AHA! we're in Venice Beach CA. we must find parking and go "shopping."
lets go north, ....
but the beach is south ? park somewhere! ugh aha the last place north $8 flat fee till midnight. well alright. lets just park and sort it out after we pay the man.
wait a minute that's not the pier in venice that's...
shit Santa Monica.
bummer
sadness.
defeat.
but hey we are in santa monica. no pier? no pier! I realize this is not making much sense.
but it's a long story, shall we continue on then?
yes proceed.
okay no Pier! how about the 3rd street Promenade. alright... lots of people here now. ::anxiety grips:: legs hurt from climbing land of 1000 stairs. winded tired, broken, defeated... anxious. fully conscious of ones outward appearance. depression.
ahh lets check out the glass shop. neat, no money. but neat. okay lets go to the mall.
enter the mall. food court bustling wonderful smells abound... mmm. Hungry. oh well no money. three stories back and forth... oh look hot topic. nothing interesting. Against Me! shirt now on sale. anger.
last floor no one here. place is a ghost mall.
time to leave back through the wafting delicacies. hunger again. walking slower ever slower. back to the promenade to the other side. wee. legs burning. mind swimming.
urban outfitters, dear god why.
loud lots of people. expensive clothes that wont' fit me. cheesy items. neat Justin has that same white guy cool, ( I wish I could buy it always thought it looked really cool in J's room).
chandaliers for sale, pillows, rugs, sofa beds, pea coat?
looks a little gay.
time for leaving! no plain hip flasks here either.
other side of the promenade. post-modern clothes store sweaters for $190, cocoon changing rooms, beautiful cashier. still no money, Talk Geeky to Me suddenly seeming like a a bad choice in shirt for the day.
bathroom break. ::lobby music plays:: see self in mirror, feel disgusted again. want to go home now more than ever. tired achey, bored.
phone calls, come home or else to the car. down the streets down the stairs into the car, get ready for departure wait in line to leave the premises. traffic home. 7-11 emergency stops, hello police officer, oh three excellent nice and safe here isn't it. well good bye.
home home home. get your things and get out. time for me to go home. home. sleeeeeeeeeep sleep and more sleep.
the end.
was fun. of course, and grueling also.
The original plan was to go to universal studios. upon arriving at the parking structure one of us to remain nameless forgot their pass. so yes 2 of us could get in but one could not. then the hunger struck us.
we went to in-n-out and grubbed mmm in-n-out. we then had the task of figuring out what we could do instead that was sort of in the area.
enter Venice Beach.
Ron nor I had ever been there before and it sounds like a neat place to see.
so auto-GPS in hand we decided to go to Venice. after about an hour in traffic (someone picked the "short" route rather than the "quick" route... so yes stuck in traffic on Highland, oh we're in Hollywood now excellent.
pass the street named Beverly. oh that reminds me of someone ... at which point I went into a haze thinking about the times I've hung out with the one that the sign reminded me of.
AHA! we're in Venice Beach CA. we must find parking and go "shopping."
lets go north, ....
but the beach is south ? park somewhere! ugh aha the last place north $8 flat fee till midnight. well alright. lets just park and sort it out after we pay the man.
wait a minute that's not the pier in venice that's...
shit Santa Monica.
bummer
sadness.
defeat.
but hey we are in santa monica. no pier? no pier! I realize this is not making much sense.
but it's a long story, shall we continue on then?
yes proceed.
okay no Pier! how about the 3rd street Promenade. alright... lots of people here now. ::anxiety grips:: legs hurt from climbing land of 1000 stairs. winded tired, broken, defeated... anxious. fully conscious of ones outward appearance. depression.
ahh lets check out the glass shop. neat, no money. but neat. okay lets go to the mall.
enter the mall. food court bustling wonderful smells abound... mmm. Hungry. oh well no money. three stories back and forth... oh look hot topic. nothing interesting. Against Me! shirt now on sale. anger.
last floor no one here. place is a ghost mall.
time to leave back through the wafting delicacies. hunger again. walking slower ever slower. back to the promenade to the other side. wee. legs burning. mind swimming.
urban outfitters, dear god why.
loud lots of people. expensive clothes that wont' fit me. cheesy items. neat Justin has that same white guy cool, ( I wish I could buy it always thought it looked really cool in J's room).
chandaliers for sale, pillows, rugs, sofa beds, pea coat?
looks a little gay.
time for leaving! no plain hip flasks here either.
other side of the promenade. post-modern clothes store sweaters for $190, cocoon changing rooms, beautiful cashier. still no money, Talk Geeky to Me suddenly seeming like a a bad choice in shirt for the day.
bathroom break. ::lobby music plays:: see self in mirror, feel disgusted again. want to go home now more than ever. tired achey, bored.
phone calls, come home or else to the car. down the streets down the stairs into the car, get ready for departure wait in line to leave the premises. traffic home. 7-11 emergency stops, hello police officer, oh three excellent nice and safe here isn't it. well good bye.
home home home. get your things and get out. time for me to go home. home. sleeeeeeeeeep sleep and more sleep.
the end.