A Little Vacation
Honey, LAist loves you. We're sorry we got stoned last night and started asking angsty questions about who you'd want with you on a desert island, us or your ex. We were fools. And yeah, we can admit that when we got off the phone, we curled up with a pillow and spent a half hour listening to U2. But it's Monday now, and we each have a rush hour to fight. So while we take shifts smiling and coolly surveying the crowds, let's remember our long rainy weekend, our LA vacation at home, and all the perfect days we had together.
First of all, you left Hedwig here. We're glad you finally made us watch it. That guy Mitchell is a genius (we're gonna watch the special features tomorrow night.)
Secondly, thanks for being adventurous Wednesday and coming with us for Hungarian food over at Hortobagy in North Hollywood. It was impetuous of us to order the roast duck along with the veal paprikash, but we're random like that. Wasn't that dark Heineken awesome, too? We should get a case of the stuff.