I'm still slightly hangover so I'll let some snaps I took this weekend do most of the talkin'. It was a busy, but fun weekend. Some disconnected activities led to rando adventures and I unfortunately couldn't photograph it all, but here's some bits.
In short a very therapeutic carwash heightened by correspondence with a crush; catching up with busy friends and scooping their bountiful, babely tomatoes; drinks downtown in the heat as we endured rolling blackouts, God bless Aperol Spritzes!; an art walk/festival in SouthEast LA which included great people watching including a sad, lonely mariachi.
Perhaps the most amazing part, however, was an event at least 25 years in the making! A journey to the dream bar. The.Dream.Bar. Whose dream? Mine of course. And the bar isn't called the Dream Bar, but that is what we dubbed it as I told my friends the story of this tiny A-Frame bar in a part of town I grew up in with amazing murals on its exterior walls that I always wanted to check out. More pictures to come along with the entire story, but rest assured the dream bar did not disappoint (ashtrays on the tables? check.) and I do believe I have the location for my next birthday party blowout!
It also finally rained this weekend. It felt amazing to be in such humidity, it felt a bit like NY in the summer. Nothing like walking around slightly buzzed in light rain with you friends on balmy nights.
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