exploiting the words to picture ratio
i'm struggling with this whole "free time" thing. it's hard to fill it with "free things," particularly when there's little motivation to get up and out of the pleasantly air conditioned house. ennui set in early for me; i've been so busy-busy-busy in recent days, weeks, months, that long stretches of unoccupied time is for me something worse than the devil's workshop, or whatever that saying is. all the be-devilment is sapped out of me. things get particularly ugly when i've already done most of my reading for class, have finished watching the latest batch of netflix pics (bridget jones: edge of reason = awful terrible, being julia = pretty good), and gone so far as to scrub, clean, and disinfect the bathroom. yesterday afternoon i put a call in to bunny. it went something like this:
"i'm boooooored!" (this came out like a whine, and as soon as it escaped my lips i thought 'ohmygod, that was awful, i don't even like myself now for saying that, specifically for saying it like that.'
but bunny was a sport. "i figured that might happen," she replied. "i'll be there in an hour."
about an hour later we were descending into the red line subway station, off on an afternoon adventure. "you got your camera?" she checked with me. oh, yes, i did. we roamed downtown a little bit. we discovered we were too early for the bbq and beer garden on the rooftop of the new otani hotel (we'll hit that up another time), so we continued on to olvera street. it was a gorgeous, breezy, clear, sunny day. i took tons of great shots, and we tucked into some dinner at one of the many eateries in this little historic corridor. one margarita later, and we were back on the train. we hopped off at hollywood & highland, and ran smack into a melee typical of why i hate hollywood. one was the special fan screening premiere event for war of the worlds and the other was the taping of some b.e.t. music video show. that place was hopping with frenzied fans and bewildered tourists. peeking through a sliver of window from inside a store we caught a glimpse of david hasselhof (now i can die happy) (just kidding). we missed the tom and katie show--we'd long realized that this was not the place for us. so back underground we went, zooming northward back to my corner of the city. it was a nice time. it cured the ennui, that's for sure. thank god for great friends. even better, thank god for great friends who owe you a few bucks and bring down their tab by taking you to dinner. and thank god for flickr, where you can see the photos of our adventures!
(pictured is me, in reflection, at this curious public art installation that is meant to represent the function of the 911 system.)