After a few quality hours at the office (L & I work for the same company, so she’s able to work from the CA office while she’s in town) ((Mini Twin gets to lay by the pool and nap all day bc she’s a baby and living the good life that comes with summer vacations)) we grabbed our tourist hats and took off northbound.
I am really not a fan of LA. It’s dirty, and full of people with fanny packs and cameras around their necks. I would rather drive in rush hour traffic on the 5 than walk down Hollywood Blvd on a weekend. Everybody walks .003 mph, staring at the ground trying to read every star’s name, and when they see one they like/know and come to a screeching halt to take a damn photo it requires some serious football juke steps to avoid accidentally Father Nelson’ing them.
But I do think it’s one of those places everybody should see. So, I suck up my Tinsel Town Grudge when we have visitors and shamelessly snap stupid photos like you’re supposed to.
Tequila and a taping of Chelsea Lately (remember when MT and I went last year?) are efficient bribery tools.