We saw LA

I went to LA with my friends, the frat. We went because my mentor invited us to check out her press, understand how it works. Writers don’t say no to an opportunity like that. We stayed in the El Sereno neighborhood, which is right by the train tracks.

Maybe not the best part of town, but definitely not the worst, either. 

I never knew before that palm trees kept their old palms. I thought they dropped away on their own, but I guess someone must go trim them when they’re nice and clean, like in resort areas.

On Saturday, we went to the LA Times festival of books. I wore a tank top. My shoulders got sun burnt.

We found aloe vera at Albertsons. Albertsons is doing a monopoly game and I might have gone a little overboard filling up the game board. Just one piece away from every single prize, as the old story goes.

 For some reason, this bench made me laugh. Maybe I was sun delirious, but I found it hysterical.

I went for a walk. I got very sweaty very quickly. Tropical climates and hyperhidrosis, what are ya gonna do?

 On Monday, we went to the beach.

 The Santa Monica pier. It was overcast and breezy. AKA, not too crowded.

I found a spot to FaceTime my boys, my boys I wanted so badly to collect shells with.

 I tried to show them all the trees on the hill, but I don’t know that they could see it.

On our last night there, we went to a reading that was right on the beach and when we left, we saw this sunset, and then we went for a final Albertsons run where, spoiler alert, I did not win a million dollars. But I did win 8 oz of sour cream and that is nice too.

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  1. I do not like to feel sweaty, it irritates me no end also not a fan of the beach, have never been to LA never will get there I reckon but then I didn't think I would ever go to China and I go there in August.

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