Went to the Good Hurt on Venice Boulevard in West LA.
Received a strong White Russian from a girl bartender whose work uniform is a sexy nurse costume (she seemed okay with it).
Saw our friends all of us / none of us play. (Go listen to them at Myspace.)
Grabbed the perfect after-cocktail meal at Tito’s Tacos, which was on my mind due to a recent Franklin Avenue posting.
Tito’s Tacos inspires young people to be in love.
Hrmmn. I envy you westsiders sometimes. Your air doesn’t smell like ‘brown’ all the time like it does on some bad days in these more inland territories.