so before the impending radio silence that comes with school starting, i give you one final trip of the summer.
one of my good friends from the byu days is now a super cool photo assistant (almost main personal assistant! boss lady!) for a photographer in LA, and i guess as she now knows, and so all of you for the future living in cool places know, when you tell me to “come visit anytime!” i take you up on your offers. (also a hat tip to allegiant for having 40$ fares to LA from boise- i mean, you never know if you’re actually going to make it with that airline, but hey, when it goes off without a hitch, you forget about all the horror stories!)
i arrived on a thursday, and in true good hostess brooke fashion, we had a full weekend of things planned. she had made lists and agendas and schedules with variations, heavy on the vegan restaurants and NOT VEGAN dessert places (she knows me). she also chartered me a ride from the airport by one of her friends who works from home, and she conned him into hanging out with me for hours while she was on a shoot. bless them all, really.
so we toured around and saw the cool parts of the city; the tar pits and the iconic lamp posts (pictured here) at the LACMA, hollywood, beverly hills, etc. we also went to the hollywood bowl for a really amazing concert by the LA philharmonic (right??) where there wasn’t a bad seat in the house, and i was in heaven eating my takeout pad thai under the stars, enjoying everything from bach to bluegrass. (no i didn’t think that up, that was the name of the show. it was a little heavy on the bach and lacking in the bluegrass though, IMO. more banjos! more mandolins!).
also that ice cream? salt and straw creamery; they are based out of portland, but they have a few locations in LA now and it was wonderful. they have quirky flavors, like this avocado and strawberry. it was so good.
i don’t care where it is, if there are palm trees, i am way into it.
the venice canals. in previous LA trips, i’ve only ever gone to the venice beach boardwalk, which is kind of filthy and mostly just medical marajuana shops, so going inland to the neighborhood to see the canals was so juxtaposed! new life goals include a house off dell ave!
LA is just so…. LA. this is us on hollywood blvd eating froyo that is actually pressed juice masquerading as froyo? it is some weird health-crazed inception. some of it tasted like the aftertaste of vomit, but you do that kind of stuff because healthy and trendy. also, we ate it next to a soulcycle studio where there was a dog outside drinking out of a five dollar water bottle. also, a sign above our heads warned us that sitting on the bench meant we could be filmed without consent for a new series called, “sweat in the city”. have i checked off all the LA stereotypes yet??
so i had the bright idea of hiking up the hollywood sign, because HELLO hiking. i brought a heat wave to the city, so we did this hike in 104 degree weather, so if you were wondering why we are holding our water bottles like they’re academy awards, well it is because we managed to forget water, and the park rangers saved us with these free water bottles. bless you.
behind the LA sign! guys it is pretty up there, but a million degrees and hello smog city.
brunch at TOAST. even if the food ended up just being a bit “meh”, i’m a sucker for a good stuffed bananas foster french toast. and crispy potatoes.
hi hollywood, again.
a few more photos from the venice beach boardwalk, contemplating getting a medical marijuana consultation or some undies that say “brian’s b*tch” … hehhhhh
oh! left lower- that line we are standing in? upright citizens’ brigade. for those not familiar, this is a comedy show with a troupe of hilarious people, some you might know if you’re into the likes of amy poehler. no, she wasn’t there the night we went, but the guy from baby mama who plays the husband in the gay couple who cries and says, “it’s just gonna be me and two fatties!!” definitely was, and he was hilarious. and if you’re wondering about that obscure reference, well, i do not apologize. the show was hilarious. improv forever!
we went to the getty villa, which is a fancy house museum on a hill. it was pretty and i was obsessed with the pictured floor, mosaic, architecture, and groping. i mean, hey when the sign says PLEASE TOUCH and there are exposed breasts, i mean what are we supposed to do?
mo getty, mo groping.
and then we went to the beach! santa monica, to be precise. geez there are a lot of people down there. i guess they all know something we don’t- oh! that CALIFORNIA IS AMAZING. also, the pacific highway is the real deal.
we brought a cooler of fruit and sandwiches from bay cities, a deli near the beach touting a million cool foods and a million crazy shoppers. my sandwich was pretty good, but the favorite for me was the sign above the line for pick up sandwiches warning customers, “DO NOT ASK WHEN YOUR SANDWICH WILL BE READY. IT WILL BE DONE WHEN IT IS ON THIS SHELF”. fair enough. before my red eye flight back to dc, we hit up the getty museum just in time for sunset. geez, that place! it lovely and modern with clean lines and class. basically, it is everything that i am not. also, there was a big pink moon we got to watch rise up over the city and let me tell you, it was really something.
two of my favorite works; jesus coming into brussels, which i am pretty sure was supposed to be satire, but whatever i like the colors. also, van gogh. ANYTHING van gogh. this one was of lillies he painted in the courtyard of his rehab center. he didn’t intend for this to a work, but more of a sketch. ARTISTS, I TELL YA!
one more of getty at sunset. this one didn’t really bring in the instagram likes. WOMP WOMP WOMP ;)
anyway, believe it or not, all this stuff and all this food was eaten in less than about fifty hours, and all made possible thanks to brooke and her big blow up mattress.
now…. who am i coming to visit next?