Not sleeping much became a routine thing for the duration of the trip. I averaged about 4-5 hours of sleep a night, and never got up past 9AM. The lack of sleep really affected me; I stopped being able to think properly, and often mixed up my words or slurred them together. I understood a bit more of the “baby brain” that affects mothers when their children are young, and they don’t get enough sleep.
We were supposed to go to the Getty museum this day, but it ended up getting postponed until the next day, so we had more time to spend in Santa Monica. First we went to Stout to get lunch. The burgers were expensive, but delicious. They don’t come with sides, so we ordered yam fries, garlic fries, and a pretzel to share.
There was the “Happy Singing Mexican” who has a lovely voice and appears to be continually ridiculously happy. His buddy just danced in the background. Not like professional dancing type, but more like “Hey, I need someone to be with me all day, can you stand in the back and ‘dance’?”.
While waiting, I spied these people who had decided to get extremely wet with their clothes on. I wish I knew the purpose of this. It’s not like it was a hot day, but alas they were there soaking wet. Can you spot them?
Rae wanted to go shopping, so we headed to that shopping street, which is actually pretty cool. She really wanted to go to Victoria’s Secret, so I went in with her. There was a lady there with her dog. She was standing at the counter making her purchase when the dog slipped the collar off its head and she didn’t notice. I didn’t see it happen, so I wasn’t sure if she was just one of those hoity toity people letting their dogs run rampant in the store. It wouldn’t be my business. I kept an eye on the pup, but didn’t intervene. When she finished paying, she looked down, and her face paled and became completely panicked. At the same moment, one of the staff came up to her carrying the dog, and relief washed over her. I found it amusing at the time. I guess I could see how it could happen, but I wonder why the collar was so loose in the first place.
After finishing in Santa Monica, we headed to Venice. I didn’t know anything about Venice until this trip, so it was all very new to me.
First we went to the beach. There were some cool people, that looked familiar. I think I saw them on YouTube. There was a big crowd, and I wanted to watch. We had apparently just missed the penultimate part of the show, and they kept saying they were going to do the grand finale. We waited for almost 20 minutes, and they never did it. They seemed obsessed with money and with race, which made me uncomfortable. They wouldn’t move on until they made sure they harassed everyone for a donation, and every time someone donated, they made a huge deal of it, specifying race and apparent status of wealth, then making implied “threats” that if we didn’t donate, they would just take the money by robbing us in our homes. I don’t find that humorous at all. Not interested in the spectacle at all, Rae went to go watch the sunset, and we wasted our time waiting for them to do something. Bored, we eventually left to join Rae, and by the time we finished on the beach and started to head over to the canals, the entertainers still hadn’t done their grand finale.
On our way to the canals, we passed by Muscle Beach. This made me very excited. It reminded me of my favourite ride at Playland “Crazy Beach Party”, that had its final run last summer. I’m not sure where else I’ve seen/heard the term “muscle beach” but I thought it was cool. Someone in my class told me that it’s very exclusive. Not everyone can just go in and work out there.
The canals themselves were super romantic. I think it would be really cool to live on one of them, as long as it’s in an area that doesn’t flood. Despite Venice being a kind of sketch place to be, the canals juxtapose it in a classy way.
I love light decorations. I think that they should be around all year, not just during Christmas time. Recently at home, I got sad when I saw my city take down the lights.
Anyway, after Venice, we headed back to Manhattan Beach to get ready to go out to downtown LA. One of our new friends said we had to dress up nice because he was going to take us somewhere really special. It was not what I expected at all, but it was super cool. It was a rooftop bar with interesting decorations, a pool, heaters, and a dance floor. Despite some drama that happened (instigated by my desire to have a cigarette), I had an absolutely magical time. I danced alone on the dance floor, I got in trouble for standing with one foot on a chair, and one on one of those things you put money in to see far away, I listened to some really awesome music while having brief, deep conversations about life that felt totally epic at the time. Unfortunately I didn’t bring my camera, but it is without a doubt my favourite memory of the entire trip. We left super late, despite our poor host having to work the next morning, but he still took us to a light display outside of some museum to take pictures.