I permanently reside in la la land... But I did just get back from L.A.
Our first night there, my friend's car got towed from my hotel in Hollywood and we had to venture into Compton in order to retrieve it. As the GPS on my rental car said in her British accent, “turn left on South Central Avenue,” I wondered why it wasn’t asking, “Are you sure you want to turn left on South Central?”
Between that, and driving between Santa Monica, Hermosa Beach, Beverly Hills, Hollywood, West Wood and Laguna Beach, I got the full LA experience... as in, I spent most of my time there in the car. After I yelled at my GPS to “shut the front door” because it kept repeating for me to take a left when I couldn’t, I decided to just drive on the coast so I could at least enjoy the view.
I mostly enjoyed my afternoons on the beach, but everything gets hotter when the sun goes down. We went to the club Foxtail for some dude from Twilight’s birthday party (I honestly can’t tell you who’s, because I honestly just don’t care).
But I assumed the actress in the movie that got busted smoking weed was there considering people were openly smoking in the club considering it’s practically legal in Cali. It’s so prevalent in fact, In San Francisco the homeless people don’t beg for money, they offer to sell you pot.
I like the name "Foxtail" for a club, but they could do one better by calling it “Cocktail: where cocks go to get tail.” For a late night meal, we went to The Standard where we had ring-side seats for a cat fight – I’m assuming some dramatic actresses. One of the girls even dropped the line: “do you know who I am?” ... I didn’t, at least.
Now I know that next time I go back, back to Cali Cali, I shouldn’t rent a car – or at least get a more polite GPS.
This week’s installment of Brittney’s Random Revelation —
I can’t help but question the location of Chevron’s headquarters located along a Los Angeles beach. In fact, it takes up an entire town, El Segundo Beach. The gas plant takes up blocks of land and shares the coast line with the sewage treatment plant. It’s some Erin Brockovich shit.
And I went into a El Pollo Loco to eat lunch, and it wasn’t the chickens that were crazy... what’s crazy was the fact you had to pay to go to the bathroom
In L.A., there were girl scouts everywhere selling cookies – apparently they didn’t see the “Do Not Feed the Models & Actresses” sign.
And what did people do before GPS?
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