So today was beach day.We got up early and set off towards Malibu.I had an American-themed leaving party back home before I left and I dressed up as Malibu Barbie so it was rather fitting.
We went to Zuma beach where the waves were crashing down and the sun was blazing. Unfortunately I forgot to put sunscreen on.I'm not sure why as I have been really good with it so far and have religiously applied copious amounts but alas this one time I forgot and this one time I burned.
We stayed an hour or so there, playing guitar and taking in the atmosphere.We then hopped back into the car and drove to Venice Beach.
We found it hard to find a parking space so ended up parking about a ten minute walk from the area and in doing so we got temporarily lost but it ended up as to our benefit as we found all these cute little roads with canals leading off each one with houses on eacher side of the banks . All the houses had their own privet boat on the canal and it suddenly dawned on me that this was to be an imitation of Venice and the gondolas.HAHAHA oh dear. What people will do when in possession of way too much money.
Venice beach is basically Camden Market but on a beach. It is also home to the outdoor gym where all the heavy-weight body builders train. The men training were gigantic; all muscle and tiny…. well, all I can say is steroids never helped anyone.
We strolled up the market area and I popped into a swimsuit store which had every single bikini known to man. Every size, every shape, every style and of course some weirdo ones as well including mankinis and manthongs and other items that I wont go into as children are reading this but if you please, imagine Vegas.
I say no more.
I tried on a few normal bikinis and after enquiring to the assistant, double checking that the price was for a set and not a single top or bottom, when I eventually found one I liked she rang up the register and said 'that will be $115.78 please.'
She then told me they were sold separately and the first bikini top alone was 35 dollars and bottoms were another 35.
So I left empty handed and with money saved.
We drove back home and got ready to go out with a couple of Chris's friends from work.
We got picked up by one of them and we met up with another at Lucky Strike, an elite bowling alley slap bang in the middle of Hollywood. I won.I don't know how or even why cus normally I'm terrible at bowling but I won, and of course that made my night. We ordered $1 burgers that were on some special deal and then went off to a few of the bars on the strip; the Beauty Bar and the Velvet Martini.
Jackpot set in for me as I had realised earlier on in the evening that Chris's friend who was suppose to be driving us had been drinking and looked like he really wanted to drink more. Not wanting to risk my precious life after having spent so much money trying to get my sweet derrière over to the states, only to have it swiped in one night, I insisted on driving. Not really one for drinking anyway, I was more then happy to stay sober that night, which allowed me to drive around Hollywood, one of the busiest and wildest places to drive in LA. I adore driving and I loved it! Absolutely loved it! And I didn't crash! Bonus.
We got home safe and sound and I drifted off into a nice snooze.