On our way down to Los Angeles it’s pouring rain. Like, really pouring. Nicole needs to focus to even see an inch ahead of the car as she drives us through the hills. We finally make it down to the ocean again and stop in Malibu for fish tacos at Neptune’s Net. Big men are drinking beer and eating fried shrimp around us and the temperature ease up in the mist. They’ll all drive home drunk.
We get to Venice and drop our stuff at the house, then walk down Abbot Kinney. Touching expensive clothes, looking at hot pink storefronts and later sit down in a dark bar for a beer. The space is almost empty and makes me feel like I’m in an old movie, drinking alone, even though Nicole is right next to me.
After forgetting my phone in a fitting room and then getting it back we have sushi for dinner and it’s delicious. Whiskey gingers for dessert and they go down smoothly. The next day we tour. Mulholland Drive for views, West Hollywood for coffee, Silverlake for vintage. Getting our nails done in a shady old salon and watching skaters at the beach at sunset. They are insane. Pink and orange and red like a tropical drink poured out over the whole sky. The skaters are insane too, but in a whole different way. I want to kiss them all. Especially the tall black guy with no shirt on who shines in the sun.