Thursday, June 10

Sean and I got up very early for our 8 am flight to LA. There was a cat on our plane. It was doing a lot of loud, confused meowing. I don't think he was having a very good time. Not that I blame him. Our flight was kinda bumpy and I didn't like it that much myself. But we arrived in one piece and were met at the airport by my friend Jon. On the way back to his place, we stopped at the Museum of Jurassic Technology. It was pretty weird. We learned that an old-school cure for bedwetting is to eat mice on toast. And that you shouldn't swear near a beehive, or it'll upset the bees. And nobody wants that.

We dumped off our bags at Jon's. He lives in Silverlake, so we then took a walk around the silver lake. There are some lovely houses there. It made me want to be a rich pop star so I could buy one. That night our friend Bruce took us to this Good Luck Bar, where there were foofy tiki drinks, and ultra-chinese-restaurant-style decor. Someday, when I'm a rich pop star and have bought a fancy house, I'm going to have a room that's all done up Chinese restaurant style, with red foil dragon wallpaper. That's gonna rock. Then Lifestyle alum Chauncy "Dunkin" Boyer showed up and took Sean away. The tiki drinks were working a bit too well, and I ended up forgetting about the existence of time zones, and called the Duke at Very Very Late eastern standard time to try to make some sort of plan for tomorrow. Oops.

Everything was red.