Hated is a bit strong, so to clarify, I had a great time catching up with the friends who took me out for my birthday and included me in their plans, but that section of Hollywood was not my scene. We couldn't decide where to eat and needed a reservation to go literally anywhere, which, having lived in the third biggest city in this country already, was completely bizarre to me. Since it took so long to get from my friend's place to Hollywood, we just stopped and got Subway instead. Then, my friends' had family and friends at a birthday party at Hemingway's, which was a visually cool place, but made no sense to me whatsoever. There was no line outside, just a crowd of people, and a woman in a large, fur hat (in 60-degree, slightly rainy weather) pointed at who she wanted to let in every now and then. Eventually someone convinced her that we were part of the party already inside, but then she didn't want to let me in because the party was mostly people of Persian descent, and she didn't seem to believe that they'd brought me along. It was obnoxious. Inside, it was decorated like someone's personal library. A really tall ceiling, walls lined with bookshelves, and chairs spaced around for lounging. But then there was a DJ. A really awesome DJ named DJ So Super Sam. We kept trying to dance, but there wasn't really a dance floor. And everyone sitting in chairs seemed super annoyed if you bumped into them, even though it was really just terrible chair placement, and they were so low it was hard to see them in the crowd. At one point my friend got bumped and spilled a little water on someone sitting in a chair. She apologized profusely and explained that it was only water, and the girl was like, "SO?!" and was super pissed and rude. Oh, and the drinks... Once we got in, my friend took me straight to the bar to buy me a birthday drink and to apologize for picking a place that made us wait so long. I asked for a Jameson on the rocks. She ordered a double because she felt bad we'd waited so long to get in. The bartender looks at us, leans forward, and says, "You know that's $24, right?" TWENTY-FOUR DOLLARS. My friend looks at me and says, "Is that normal?" And I said, "No. That is not normal." And she said, "Well, it is for LA. Yeah, that's fine." I didn't order another drink the entire time. Then her cousin whose party it was had a table and bottle service. She kept telling us to help ourselves but then this other guy with them got super weird about it, like just picked up the bottles, held them, and wouldn't speak to us except to explain that they'd ordered that vodka to drink. Like we were some kind of party crashers just there for the free booze. Eventually we did make some space to dance and have fun, but all of the work it took to get there was so unnecessary. Why would going out ever be so serious? It's supposed to be fun.
Each visit I've had to LA has allowed me a little taste of real LA life, some of which I liked, but I still always left with an overwhelming dislike of LA: the traffic, the hurry, the rudeness, the traffic, the sprawl, the shallowness, the pretentiousness, the seriousness, the traffic... I know so many lovey people who like LA though, so I put it on the list this year to take a day trip and really do some exploring of the cool stuff that I know is there. Plus, I really love LA radio stations.
I found myself up in LA for FYF Fest, and on Sunday, there weren't any artists I really wanted to see until 6:30pm. So my fest-mates Sarah Molitoris and Shaun Spalding and I did a little exploring, enough that it would certainly qualify as a day in LA.
Just as I was arriving in LA for the fest, I thought to myself how "See the Hollywood sign" should be on my list next year because it seems silly that I never had. Within 30 minutes, I was arriving in Hollywood where Shaun's friend Andrew Kamphey graciously hosted me so that I could afford to make it to the two-day fest at the very end of summer when my student funds were at quite a low. As I walked to my parked car to head to the fest, the Hollywood sign beamed down at me, perfectly visible from Andrew's street. Well, check that one off the life list but no points awarded here.
Sunday morning I got up, prepped for the fest, ran some errands because I'd broken our washing machine at home the day before, and then took a driving tour of Hollywood, including a drive up the hills to the observatory, which has a great view of the Hollywood sign. I took a lot of inadequate selfies before deciding I was satisfied.
I then met Andrew, Sarah, and Shaun for brunch at Andrew's brilliant suggestion of Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles. I thought I took a picture of my food, but I guess I was too hungry and didn't actually push the button. It was quite delicious and provided just the stomach full of protein, fat, and waffle that we needed for a long afternoon/evening of rocking out.
Whenever you are we're already then. |
#spacecave |
Since it was around 3:30pm, we decided to head to the fest. I parked near USC's campus, and walked the long way around to the fest entrance, passing the back entrance to the National History Museum. There was a huge aquatic skeleton hanging in the back vestibule, so I doubled back and asked the volunteer standing on the path to the museum how much a day pass for a student was. She said usually it was $9 but since they closed in an hour, it was half off. I was like, um... $4.50 to go see some dinosaurs? YES. I did a quick tour and missed the special exhibit because of my dinosaur fascination that may fight or feed my dinosaur fear, but it was a pretty impressive collection and well worth a visit.
Listening to Battles |
Overall, it was a great 36 hours or so in LA. The city finally impressed me. I will definitely try to take another couple day trips before I move away from San Diego. Suggestions about places to go are welcome :)
Some DJ |
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