day 277: venison

Nowadays, it's rare that I go to west LA by car, but I made the exception for Brian and Kara. They invited me for dinner. I met Brian in graduate school. At 6'11" (just kidding, I don't know exactly how tall Brian is, but he's freaking tall) he feels like an older brother, and he sure does treat me like a little sister.

Kara prepared a delicious and tender venison. It was a wonderful evening among friends. Of course, I forgot to take out my camera, so here is a photo of Century City, the portal to west LA.

day 175: meltdown 2.0

Not having a job: SUX. I wish I could ctrl-z some things in my life.

day 152: Father's Office

A couple days/weeks ago, I went to Father's Office in Santa Monica with my friend, Heath. This week I checked out the Culver City location with Kara and Brian. I haven't seen them since (yikes, has it been since The Edison?) well, a long time.

The location is nice, but the bathroom is confusing. They have one of those poured-in-place concrete sinks (I won't disclose the name, because he's a terrible business man) that is shared by both the male and female bathrooms. It sickens me to think of the door knobs on each of the passage ways. Yuck! BUT when I walked up, there were about three men at the sink and it looked like a urinal. I froze and declared, "I'm sorry." while trying to turn around a man said, "no, no the women's bathroom is right past there," as he pointed me past the concrete sink...

It was a great night filled with great food, drinks and obviously GREAT FRIENDS! :)