Living on the East Coast, you always heard people dismiss the heat in California and the desert by saying, "Oh, but it's a dry heat....It's a dry heat so you don't sweat so much." That is seeming like a lot of crap right now. Even Californians are telling me it's hotter than usual, but I'm still noticing that the lack of humidity isn't exactly a positive. I'm sweating a little bit less than I did in the swamps of Florida, but the sun steals away any moisture instantly.
West Coast NFL Sunday was different, but I kind of liked starting at 10:00 a.m. Rashad managed to make a time zone error, telling me the Ravens played "a one o'clock game," so I told him it was OK to watch the Ravens instead of the Skins (I know, big of me, right?). Eventually, I realized he was talking about west coast time. Reacting completely appropriately, I then yelled for a completely reasonable amount of time. about how football time is always referenced in east coast time, goddammit!
I've always maintained that a good vacation should revolve around good food, and L.A. hasn't been much different. Between In-n-Out, taco stands, and Thai food, we've been eating really good and surprisingly cheap. I can see places where it would be easy to blow a whole paycheck, but that makes it even easier to stay away.
After a little coffee and some shopping on Fairfax, we headed downtown to The Last Bookstore, which is a great new and used bookstore. It's worth a trip just for the Book Labyrinth and the rare book room. We immediately headed upstairs to the labyrinth and wandered around for a while. It was great to get lost in the shelves and just pick up whatever sounded interesting. I walked out with something I had been meaning to read and a book that was too cheesy not to read. Hope couldn't help herself and bought a couple of books as well. Everything was reasonably priced even with their location and expansive collection.
It started getting dark, and I started getting hungry. We met up with some of Rashad's friends who live downtown and headed to King Taco. The food there was so good that I didn't even get a picture of my suadero tacos before they were gone. Well-fed and re-energized, we went and grabbed a 12-pack of PBR and went to the roof of a 13-story building. The city was a lot prettier from that height. A nice cool breeze kept the heat away while we sat and talked, looking out over the lights coated in a light layer of smog. It was a good way to end a hot, dry day.