Despite her fears about being a poor hostess, I had a good time cruising and schlepping around LA today.
We drove up and down Sunset and Melrose and Mulholland Drive, through Beverly Hills and Bel Air and West Hollywood. We shopped on Melrose, too. She made me buy two pairs of Skechers (one pair of zip-up sneakers and one pair which I will refer to as “boomcha shoes” because that’s the kind of music I will be dancing to when I wear them – they’re black ankle zip-up boots). And I bought a book from Urban Outfitters that I’ve been meaning to get forever (Things You Don’t Know About, But Pretend To, or something like that, good bathroom reading).
And we went back to Santa Monica for dinner and walked the 3rd Street Promenade and did some touristy picture-taking at sunset and had our melonballs on Santa Monica Pier at Rusty’s where some pubescent punk boy band was about to play (for all their assorted parents and pubescent punk classmates, we didn’t stay). And we watched all the street performers on the pier.
And Stacey’s such a sweetie pie! We “got” each other. ;) She told me that she wished I lived here so we could hang out, but that she wouldn’t wish L.A. on me. Heh. All in all a good day!! :)
