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I saw a young boy in a Batman costume leading his blind grandmother through Union Station. LA is filled with little moments like this, you just have to pay attention.

Solstice

There is a bathtub in the middle of nowhere. About a mile from the nearest house, but that house was built before the civil war and the ghosts of prospectors would look at you if there weren't so many people around.

It is a place where snakes slither up trees to catch their prey who thought they were safe in their holes.

Where there is a house with 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, fireplaces next to a waterfall that has ultimately burnt to the ground.

A place where the higher you climb up the side of the mountain the more the earth tilts to shake you off. Where lizards of all colors and sizes try to trip you up and you can only imagine what is in all those holes in the ground.

But the view is pretty spectacular.

22-Quack Quack

What are we playing? BINGO! How are we playing it? LOUDLY!

I need to start promoting this event early so that all of you can mark a Tuesday around this time next year to attend Bingo for Choice. After I attended last year I was hooked at first "clickety click-66" and I think you will be too. You leave happy, hoarse, tipsy and having contributed to providing pre-cancer screening to low income Angelenas.

This event is held in a local bar (busby's last year, J lounge this) and is called by the Fabulous Bel Air (who along with her partner in crime has raised thousands for charity.) This is not traditional bingo and I would suggest leaving the kiddies or prudes at home. Actually bring the prudes, having them mark out a penis in bingo ink might make them loosen up a bit. There are strange calls, non traditional shapes one must make to win, but there is only one rule.

Just never, never call out a false bingo or feel the paddle.

I guess the second one being, be loud.

In the end I won, but someone else did too. I grabbed into the bag of balls and came up short (story of my life) As they chanted for me to dig into the "bag of crap" I pulled out some diving toys, which turns out not to be so crappy because next weekend I will be in a pool for 72 hours until my fingers have wrinkles. I don't know what I would have done with a golf package for 4 anyway.

swedish invasion

My next new favorite band's album dropped yesterday. Those darn Sweds, I guess they have nothing better to do in the winter than make great music.

Take a listen while I collect my thoughts for the next few posts.

smirk

Oh Machine Project you crack me up. An opera with an all dog cast?

omnipresent

These are the weekends where my school girl crush on LA grows. Weekends where there is so much to do that you become dizzy with all the possibilities.

Cinespia- My favorite summer thing starts tonight with an homage to Liz Taylor with the film "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof". Bring a blanket a bottle of wine gather your closest friends and watch a film with Rudolf Valentino's headstone and some strange likenesses of some deceased Armenians.

LACMA is showing "Days of Heaven" tonight. Which will be the first time on the big screen for me since it came out when I was 3. (rhyming not intended)

You could always see "Art in the Streets" and go to Wurstkuche like everyone else. Because sausage & graffiti goes so well together.

Sunday is "Taste of the East Side" at Barnsdall park. Which will be an amazing mass of local restaurants. Should I eat ground beef and pickle tacos, Bun Thit Nuong, Forage's Jidori chicken, try Little Dom's for the first time? Good thing it starts at 1 so I can fast until then.

And sunday hotel cafe be there or be square.

I'll probably do a couple of these things and then go and have French bartenders chat me up and somehow convince me that buying an $18 glass of wine is a good idea.

soft rain

Do people here get nostalgic about rain? Does it happen enough to make an impact?

This is one of my favorite rainy day songs. There is something about rain and Chet Bakers voice that goes so very perfectly together.

spectator sport

The area I live in is basically apartments and then apartments and more apartments. There are probably more people living in the 5 square block area than in my hometown. (population 2,645) We are all young and single and not from around here.

Lately on Sundays I have taken to getting up early, sipping my coffee and going outside to watch my new favorite spectator sport I like to call "The Synchronized Walk of Shame"

at 10:32 a.m.
they come out of buildings simultaneously
couples
staggered
guy with girl, guy with guy,
one of the pair ruffled, hair pulled up and back, make up a little farther down the face.
One of them a little too dressed for the night the other comfortable in shorts and a t-shirt.
awkward goodbyes
"I had fun last night"
"me too"
"sorry but I used some of your toothpaste"
"I'll call you"

and turn and reach and open car door and wave