Got home from L.A. about an hour ago.
I had a really good time with friends. They took me to Hollywood, West Hollywood, J and I hung out in downtown. It was awesome.
A while ago, I reblogged a post about The Last Bookstore. Turns out that its in downtown L.A. So J and I spent like two hours browsing the upstairs before we couldn’t ignore the hunger pains anymore.
Over the two full days I was in Los Angeles, I bought seven CDs (yes, I buy those) from Amoeba, six books from the Last Bookstore, and two from Out of the Closet. Also bought two glitter thingies and some eyebrow powder from Sephora.
Dinner on 29 July was at Pink’s. We’d contemplated leaving, but the line wasn’t that long.
Dude. J and I split chilli cheese fries and the bacon chilli cheese dog (sans tomato). It was the most unhealthy meal I’d had in a LONG time. Fuck, yo. We didn’t even finish everything. And that’s saying a lot! Except the orange Crush. But that was it.
J took me to Canter’s Deli for dinner on 30 July. Oh. My. God that place is amazingly awesome!! He and I split their Hollywood sandwich, kettle chips, the potato salad, and I had some pickles. On our way out, we bought dessert from their bakery. I got a brownie, I bought J a chocolate chip cookie, and I got my sister these chocolate dipped almond cookies. Forgot what they’re called. Anyways, J went to the car while I got the baked goods. He couldn’t find the parking thing so we could get it validated. I asked the baker guy for a sample of the chocolate almond cookie thingers. J doesn’t come back in time so I get his cookie, my brownie, and seven of the almond whatchamacallits for Amy. The guy tells me that he gave me an extra chocolate chip cookie because the other one was too small. J comes back and I tell him to stand further away from me. I pay for the stuff and we’re off on our way home.
There isn’t any way in heaven, earth, or hell that one of the cookies was bigger than the other. They were like hockey pucks! Both of them!! I explain to J what happened and we laugh at my whatever-it-was-that-made-the-guy-gimme-a-free-cookie skills.
Turns out that the parking ticket was in J’s pocket the whole time. I ask him if it was all done by design; his leaving got me a free cookie. He says that that was the plan from the get go. I’m skeptical, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.
..What a fun trip. ^_^