Typically in New York, my Sundays amounted to little more than consumption of a greasy brunch complemented by both mimosa (Vitamin-C-nourished depressant) and strong black coffee (the-wind-beneath-my-wings-stimulant). Following the brunch was more consumption: in the form of excessive window shopping spending that is New York City, followed by absorption of mind-numbing tabloid mags or a self-indulgent nap upon a windowless, shoebox apartment laundry pile. Yesterday however, demonstrated to me that life in California is different. That given a little energy and enthusiasm, Sundays in California are pretty sweet.
I woke up, insignificantly hungover, with the resolve to make something of my day. I knew that exercise would be the lynch pin in revealing this December Sunday, and I knew that my motivation for the run would be prompted by some great scenery. So I followed the cloudless sky to the 10W, and the 10W to Venice. Running South in California always serves me better than running North. Running South means Mexico, it means tequila, it means guacamole. So I ran South on the Venice boardwalk for awhile, enjoying the balmy air and music video view where airplanes become palm trees and clouds became circus animals. The Venice boardwalk ends, however, and there was nothing left to do but run on the beach. Which is pretty much one of the top five coolest things one can do to enjoy California, right up there with binge wine-drinking and being a reality star. Following the beach run, I met my friend Gloria at the Little Door on 3rd St. for some menu indecisiveness and yummy french toast. After determining that yes, sugar daddies do serve a purpose, we sidled up to the LACMA for the infamous, Hollywood-centric Dali exhibit. Dali is a complex, maniacal genius, and only LACMA's white wine would help us de-mystify his process. White wine precluded Atonement, which amounted to little more than Keira Knightley's half-nakedness. Which is pretty cool.
As any Chrome Hearts-wearing faux hipster can tell you, Sundays are the new skulls.
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