Girls who ride bikes are chic. While I was on the Boardwalk, I had to take some photos of clothing that caught my eye. How fly is the girl in the first image? That jumpsuit! I was snapping away and she smiled sweetly and thanked me. I'm side-eyeing her man a bit though, your lady is looking so good and you're not really trying, dude. I really do love couples though, the girl in the crochet kimono looked amazing and how killer is Miss Prints at the end? Inspiring stuff!
I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,
When Mike came over with a script surprise.
A Mafioso story with a twist,
A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch,
Get your ass out of bed, he said
I'll explain it on the way.
But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.
And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,
As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.
Flaring out the G-Funk,
Sipping on a juice and gin,
Just me and a friend.
Feeling kinda groovy,
Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)
But we did nothing, absolutely bupkis that day, and I say
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer!
I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick.
Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's.
Some men there wanted to hurt us,
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss.
We could see them all bitching by the bar,
About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.
Then Mike turned to me and said
What do you think we got done son?
We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's something, so I ask you
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.
We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we'll fix it all up.
Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.!
So I ask you
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.
I'm finally back home after a month in California. I visited family, found out I'm going to be an aunt again, ate tons of junk, did some touristy things and went to Coachella - but that's another story! I've gone to Los Angeles a lot in my life because half of my family were born there but this time was pretty special. The trip was quite spontaneous and felt very important for me. I guess it all started cheesily enough after I watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. The gist of the movie is that the protagonist who'd once had all these plans about who he wanted to be and what he wanted to do, found those plans falling by the wayside over the years because he surrendered to the status quo of merely existing instead of really living. Suffice to say, the flick inspired me to be more adventurous. I have a huge fear of flying and I kept promising my American cousin I would visit her but I never did. In January, I decided to buy Coachella tickets online on a whim, not believing I would actually get them but decided that if I did, I'd use them as impetus to say "fuck fear" and make my way to the states - or as Tina Fey puts it, "Say yes, and you'll figure it out afterward".
I've been itching to write all about my adventures, I even kept it old school with a travel journal while I was away. I have so many photos that I'm excited to share, my computer is actually out of space right now! I'm looking forward to sorting through everything as my jetlag seems to have finally subsided and I have some time on my hands. Catch ya on the flip side!
