I’m getting better at driving in L.A. But parallel parking? That’s a whole other can of worms.
Don’t blame me–blame the southern school system into which I was thrust while all my Midwestern friends were taking drivers ed in school.
Guys, it’s difficult not to be in a good mood in Los Angeles. The sun is shining, it’s not too hot (yet), people are wearing sunglasses indoors, there are food trucks everywhere. I mean, come on!
Sometimes when I’m in Atlanta I listen to this song
on repeat in the mornings to get my mood into the right space, but here I don’t even have to do that! I still do, though, because this song is magical. If you want an instant good mood, just blast this song when you wake up. That’s it, you’re done–you’re happy as f*ck now.
And if that’s not enough, L.A. will send you uplifting messages throughout the day.
This past weekend we did go to the Griffith Observatory at night, and it was pretty but there weren’t that many stars visible. The planetarium made up of for it, though. Beautiful. We also found some good French restaurants. My favorite, so far, was Oriel Chinatown.
I also went to The Row store, which is my favorite clothing brand that I can’t afford. That’s okay, though. I just buy secondhand, which saves my bank account and the earth.
I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to go to the store, though. The Olsens have great taste, and I had to see it firsthand.
Alright–I’m hungry and there’s a taco truck somewhere with my name on it. G’bye!