My home doesn't have AC, and normally it's not needed, but this last week it hit 90 degrees outside and 85 degrees inside and even the fans can't save me. Chantal and I nearly sweat to death each night. Sorry you didn't get a break from the Phoenix heat!
I picked her up Friday evening at LAX, we grabbed some garlic Zankou chicken to scarf down and headed east to Bootleg to see the always entertaining men of Eyes Lips Eyes. If you don't know them, you should get to know them. It was a dark and loud and fun Friday night.
Donuts on the way home from my favorite donut place.
That chocolatey one was hot out of the oven and might've been the best bite of donut I have ever had. Warm, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. Whoa.
Up bright and early on Saturday? Nah. When we did get up, we headed west to the beach, found some parking that wasn't too terrible, and headed off on a run.
Parking lot work out?
The usual accidental iPhone shot.
It was HOT. There was no ocean breeze. We got sun burned.
We watched the wanna-be Olympians for a bit.
This pup needed a drink.
Lunch was grocery store pasta salad (too hot to cook and that sounded nice and cool).
We hit the Arclight Hollywood to see Beasts of the Southern Wild. I'd heard it was good, but I knew nothing about what was going to happen in this movie. To me, it like a little like Tree of Life + Where the Wild Things Are + Hurricane Katrina. I'd recommend it.
We hit Amoeba next door for Chantal's vinyl fix, then headed to dinner at the always delicious 800 degrees. The line was short! And it was so tasty.
We were both falling asleep by this point and called it a night. Church was going to be early. 10 am. We went to the YSA conference meetings to crash their party. It was nice. And then we made brownies. And tried to nap. It was hot.
Then I had a meeting and Chantal went to Who Shot Rock and Roll and later got soaked by a sprinkler in a park and before I knew it I was driving her back to LAX.