Evan and I spent the holiday weekend in Santa Monica, at his sisters bungalow... a half mile from the beach.
I’d like to tell you that we tried all the best eateries in Los Angeles—from fancy restaurants to greasy authentic taco trucks—but we didn’t.
We were too busy riding bikes along the waterfront, dancing with old friends and drinking muddled grape cocktails with new friends, cheering on skateboarders and roller-funk dancers at Venice Beach, watching Ghostbusters in a Hollywood cemetery, and soaking up vitamin-D on the beach.
