The First Day in LA

Well I arrived yesterday. After five days hauling god knows how heavy a trailer with my Jetta I dropped the sucker off at U-Haul. My freaking Jetta jumped up like Herbie at the excitement of not logging that damn thing around. Side note-someone needs to yell at U-Haul for not going over their deals. I called the U-Haul number to figure out where I should drop off the trailer and told them to hold on as I figured out where the Public Storage was that I dropped my crap off. The woman then tells me that I could of had a free month with U-Haul as I rented the trailer from them. This easily goes on things I wish someone had told me yesterday. But I digress my deal was solid with Public Storage. 1 dollar for the first month, 22 dollar processing fee, and 8 bucks for the insurance so no complaints. I then go to my friends place who asks if I want to go hiking in Runyan Canyon with her as that's become her daily routine. I say sure and head on off to the canyon and got my first taste of LA woman. Girls wearing shorts so short I could tell you their nationality. Needless to say it dawned on my in about three seconds that if I'm ever going to get a date in this town I'm actually going to have to get in shape. The DC lifestyle of Happy Hours, bar food, and late nights at smokey bars is not conducive to the LA I'm in crazy shape and can run up a mountain that I'm getting winded walking up. I mean almost every dude on the mountain was wripped and the girls were running up the damn thing with their trendy tank tops and athletic shorts. The future may be lonely for the Helmet Haired One.

I came back and headed off for my first dinner as a resident (albeit it a couch surfing one) of LA. We go to Jones' in West Hollywood. It had Italian Food and Pizzas and an extensive Bourbon and Drink menu but barely any beer. Just the Domestic swill and Pyramid Hefeweizen. Sadly those wouldn't do with my need for a, "hey I'm in LA, I need a celebratory beer". Quite a change from my love affair with the Beer in AZ when I was in Flagstaff. Gotta Love the Oak Creek. Anyway I order some pasta to read that all the pasta is made with Whole Wheat Flour. Shocklingly the taste wasn't that different. Unlike the time I bought the wheat pasta at the grocery store a couple of years ago when I couldn't tell if I had decided to just eat the cardboard box. So all the pasta was whole wheat you didn't have a choice. I found that interesting. My first, hey I'm in LA moment, was as we're leaving, huddled in the corner in this really dark restaurant that had a serious 50's lounge feel there is some dude huddled in the corner reading a script. I'm not in Kansas anymore.