Needless to say, my trip has been more awesome then what you see above. And yes, it has also consisted of as much break dancing, and break dance fighting, and other real life situations that are surprisingly solved with a break dancing competition.
Definitely danced for a spare tire on Hollywood and Vine. Totally worth it.
More importantly, my stay in Los Angeles has proved to be almost totally superior to any place I’ve been in New York - with a mild exception to New York City, but that’s only because I never had money when I was there.
Damn taxes.
On the surface level, the weather of Los Angeles is nothing short of paradise. Sure, it’s warm to hot, but unlike New York, humidity is kept down.
I assume by these guys.
And the sights are even better. Thus far, I am guilty of doing the tourist thing - going to food joints, museums, talking loudly on my phone, using my phone as a camera, wearing sunscreen, etc - but it has been a great experience. Mostly on my stomach.
I mean, when this is the burger tradition of the place you live in, you know you’re in for a crazy time.
Amongst my tourist going time here, I have been to a great wonder of nature - the La Brea Tar Pits. Now, if you don’t about the Tar Pits, you need to do two things: the first being click the link, because I’m sure the internet will do a better job explaining it, historically. The second being hit yourself, because it’s pretty self-explanatory.
It’s a fucking pit of sticky, black, don’t drink this, tar.
That said, even though it was a very interesting sight, filled with plenty of educational facts and remains of animals that would have easily murdered the human race, there was one thing that really took my aback.
It’s in the middle of fucking Los Angeles. People live near it. Note the house in the background. Ignore the elephant's plight.
Now, here in the west coast of the country, it’s rather laid back. People wear what they want, talk how they want, and have a generally good, if not humoring demeanor about them. However, someone had to of been kidding around or just sadistic when they suggested that this is great property:
Versus maybe living… just about anywhere else. I mean, the last thing I want to do is raise a family where there is a real risk of accidentally dropping food, clothes, toys, children, in a tar pit.
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| Note: the internet is a cruel place, but not cruel enough for me to find a picture of a child stuck in tar. Good internet. |
Problem? Yes. However, this kind of living situation does prove the residents of Los Angeles are more hardcore then those of New York.
Well, maybe.
The next place that has been a beautiful experience is Long Beach and it’s residing aquarium. The city itself is nothing short of breath taking, having all of the interests and excitement of a larger city, combined with all the TV drama stereotypes of beautiful people, excellent weather, and a great supply of beach to walk at sunset.
Okay, so not totally like TV, but pretty close.
Not much can be said about Long Beach besides the obvious. However, if anyone ever says that California is more then its stereotypical beautiful women and good sun.
Tell them Long Beach pretty much proves them wrong.
Stay tuned for the third, and possibly final part of my intercontinental journey!
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