Lee’s Los Angeles Adventure
Here’s a quick recap of my weekend in Los Angeles:
- Watched a lady feed a dehydrated kitten from a bottle; later, tried to keep said kitten from scaling my jeans and neutering me with her claws of death (realistically, they were tiny paws)
- Saw improv
- Ate brunch with the weirdest veggie bacon I’ve ever had, as it was neither bacony nor all that tasty
- Lost my sunglasses, oh, there they are, nope, that’s not them, got em!, nope
- Complained about Los Angeles’ lack of sun whenever I decide to visit; greeted with spitefully sunny skies upon my departure
- Determined that reading a book about survivalism and the apocalypse is not ideal traveling literature
- Drove by the Paramount lot, strangely was not “discovered” by a talent scout looking inside passing cars for future celebrities
- Stocked up on Trader Joe’s granola bars, 21 Seasoning Salute and flax chips; realized that if Colorado had Trader Joe’s, I’d probably never leave
- Got the fuck out of dodge and swore to myself I’d not return for a while even though I’ll probably be back in a few weeks
