A shot of a shot of a preparation for a shot.
Treated myself to a Porto’s picnic, shooting, and reading at the Griffith Observatory today. Hiked about a mile each way to and from my car because parking was so scarce. (Luckily these boots were made for walking.) I love that Californians really know how to seize the day when the weather is nice. I’m itchy from laying in the grass for hours (shorts in January!), but I could not have asked for a more perfect day alone. Topped it all off by stopping at my neighborhood Rite Aid for my childhood favorite: Mint-n-Chip ice cream. Damn, this is the life.
It’s nice to know I’ll always have a home away from home at the old stomping grounds: The Crosby in downtown Santa Ana. The music and food here is guaranteed to be on point on any given night, and I’m not just being biased because I’ve come to know and respect the people who own/cook at/DJ at this place. Last night was yet another amazing (and quite interesting, but I’ll save those stories for my best friends) night with old friends. What made this night special for me was not only the people, but the added bonus that I was sober all night. I use the term “sober” loosely, since by “sober” I really mean that I stopped after two drinks, never once felt buzzed, was completely coherent and was, for once, able to recall every conversation I had. After cuttin’ a rug with my favorite dance partners, hair flying everywhere and just not giving a fuck how stupid (and sweaty) I look, I’m happy to report that being sober can be fun! Not to mention makes for a safe and enjoyable drive home in the rain after, say, dropping by Costa Mesa to visit my talented friends Jeff (12fv) and Andrew (inhousegoods). What a revelation, right?
