We arrived in Los Angeles after a long and sleepless flight on Virgin Pacific. The plane seats themselves were spacious and comfortable and the entertainment system was rad (think 50 or so movies, and 30 or so television shows) but it was constantly turbulent, so despite alcohol, sleeping pills etc, there was no sleep.
Our flight landed early on Sunday morning LA time, and we arrived on Finey’s doorstep at 7am. He answered after a few buzzes (poor thing), and it was lovely to see him. After settling into his place, Finey gave us a brief tour of the Santa Monica area (i.e. the main street near his apartment) and then had to head off to his work (which sounds like a crazy mix of bizarre and cool). Excited to be away after so many days/weeks/months/years of anticipation, we instantly fell asleep in Finey’s bed and did not wake up until the late afternoon.
Just as well we slept all day, because as soon as we were up, we spent the last three trading hours of the day throwing our precious backpacker budget money into the tills of Nike, Zara, H&M, Urban Outfitters, Sephora (Sephora = ZOMG) etc.
We had a beautiful dinner when Finey emerged from the office at Harrisons, a trendy, mod, bar-restaurant in Santa Monica. The highlight of the meal was watching Grey eat a massive plate of fabulous looking pork ribs (he spoke very highly of them, but given that he has only eaten beef ribs in the past, I do not consider him particularly knowledgeable in this field).
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| At Harrisons |
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