I have to admit, I didn’t do much on Day Four of my LA adventure. Honestly, my feet were still recovering from the self-imposed death march down to Venice Beach so, instead, I decided to chill by the pool with a trashy celeb mag and a diet Dr. Pepper. Pure class.
Later that night, Carter and I met his friend Adam at the Santa Monica mainstay, Father’s Office. Apparently this bar has the best burgers in all of LA. I have to admit, when paired with the sweet potato fries, Father’s Office was definitely in the running.
After Adam left us, we stopped into Renee’s Courtyard Cafe on the way home. The influential late-nineties film Deep Blue Sea was on. You know, the one about the killer sharks. Cinematic genius. We were mesmerized for a good 15 minutes.
Blisters, headaches, and suntans – I still love LA but, boy, am I tired.
I walked all the way from Wilshire and Ocean in Santa Monica to Winward and Pacific in Venice. That’s just over 2.5 miles… in wedges. Ooofa. No wonder I have dime-sized blisters on the bottoms of my feet. On the bright side, it’s like walking on really painful bubble-wrap.
In other news, I think I found the site of my first tattoo, however, I couldn’t be certain of the location or layout. I think I may have been a bit disoriented by all the resident freaks wandering around like crackhead zombies. New York City weirdos have nothing on the vagabonds of Los Angeles. Where do these people come from?
The journey begins…
This weekend Carter, Bella, and I took a trip out to Marble Falls.
It had been years since I’d been out to those parts and, I’ve got to admit, I was a little disappointed. For starters, there were no “Falls” to speak of – the Pedernales River was as a dry as a bone; the ghosts of boat docks wobbled in high grass. There was, however, a ton of marble and granite. Everywhere I looked – marble, this, granite, that – enough already with the marble, we get it!
Barren rivers and masonry aside, the real reason we ventured to Marble Falls is because of Sweetberry Farm, otherwise known as the best spot for strawberry-picking in Central Texas. Strawberry’s ain’t your thang? Sweetberry also has onions, potatoes, bouncey dome, a tracto-pull, blackberries (when in season), goats, and donkeys.
The latter, of which, made me a little sad.
I am now, officially, a resident of Austin, Texas!
Thanks to Carter, I was able to pack up most of my worldly possessions into four oversized suitcases and drag them to my new home. I’m so excited that I could almost burst!
Here’s to a fresh start in the Lone Star State!
Momma I'm coming home.
If Day #1 of my last week in NYC was all about Williamsburg, then Day #2 was largely Lower East Side… and a one-off trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
First order of business was the Tenement Museum, where my roommate Sanaz and I jumped on a 4pm tour called “Hard Times” At this point, it was around 11:30am, so we had some time to kill. Sanaz wanted bubble tea and, after I mentioned a good dumpling place I’d visited a couple of years ago, she was suddenly very hungry. Then we were off, on a mission to find these Chinatown culinary all-stars, zig-zagging through cramped streets and past tiny stores with funny names (ahem, Mei Dick).
After we’d accomplished everything we came for around the Canal/Mott Street area, Sanaz and I made a split-second decision to hop on an Uptown train and spend a couple hours at the Met. What a great idea – especially considering that the museum recently updated its Art of the Arab Lands collection. It might help to know that Sanaz is from Iran and quite knowledgeable regarding the traditional regional designs of Persia.
By 4pm, we were back in the LES and on our tenement tour. By 5pm, we were at Essex Street Market buying produce for the night. By 6pm, we were (literally) limping home. Not sure how I’m going to run and go to the NY Botanical Gardens tomorrow.