I had a Monday morning flight to Portland Oregon so I decided to skip the early morning 405 south parking lot and stay with a friend in Culver City Sunday night.
We did some people watching at Costco, had some Mexican (again, I’m the only one that likes this place) at On The Border, discussed our frustration with the world and she tried to teach me how to hula hoop (with a giant hoop). The appliances in her living room were scared, very scared.
poo-ying?
no big daddy dj, not pooying. i’m taiwanese, not thai :p
So…..what’s 1500 miles among friends?
cindy