Last night I ate dinner with my mother at Hipster Paradise aka Pho Cafe in Silverlake. And while eating out anywhere with the woman who produced me can be embarrassing, last night I felt a little cringe worthy as well. I blame the bright red Banana Republic sweater I was wearing and the dinner roll I was carrying around my midsection. How can I be eastside cool after spending 6 days in Denver eating Pub Mix, seeing PG 13 movies with teenagers (Morning Glory!, Harry Potter!!) and playing endless games of Dora the Explorer with a three year old? It was culture shock indeed. But you know what might get me back into Los Angeles starvation diet mode? Giving up the large bowls of noodles and the continual perusal of this blog.
Quick someone hand me a Kombucha.
Or meet me for coffee and American Spirits at Intelligentsia.
Or play some bootleg Thom Yorke while we stare at candles.
Hell, can you at least have the decency to mistakenly offer me a twenty for a handjob outside of 4100?
With your help and hers, I know I can do this city proud.
