Anyway, after an amazing lunch at the Fresh Corn Grill, Lara and I set out to kill 4 or 5 hours before her flight back to San Jose. So we drove through Hollywood and then Los Feliz and Silverlake, the artsy west-coast cousin to Greenwich Village. Then, we headed down to Long Beach Airport. We said our goodbyes, and then I headed back north to Manhattan Beach to visit with family friends who were expecting me...
Except, they had actually forgotten about me completely and flown to San Francisco
I had already been driving for about 5 hours already and my brain was kind of fried. I could have driven to San Francisco in the amount of time I had spent in the car. But, I didn't know where to go, so I continued to drive aimlessly around Manhattan Beach for a while and then spent some time in Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. Luckily, thanks to a friend's status on Facebook, I found out Jack Johnson was playing for Free on Santa Monica Pier. I called my awesome friend Lindsay, who I know from kindergarten back in the day in Vienna, VA, and within an hour, we were parked and headed down to the beach bundled in blankets and multiple sweatshirts and armed with a bottle of wine.
We snagged a great seat in front of the giant TV screens, cracked open the wine, made some new friends, and met up with old ones and enjoyed a FREE show, under the lights of the Ferris Wheel and the stars.
It was cold, but we had our wine/beer coats on and we got some great Mexican food @ Cabo Cantina on the Third Street Promenade afterwards.
A long day of insane driving ended on a very good note :)
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