Brenda visited CA and was staying with some friends. We wanted to hang.

I said I’d pick her up and we could go get food. I asked where she was at.

She said she was in Echo Park. She was wrong. She was in Chinatown.

She wore a shirt with an airbrushed Donda West. RIP.

It took 17 minutes to pick a restaurant.

We went to Yard House at LA Live.

She ordered wine. I got beer.

She said she would teach me about red wine one day.

I said I would be willing to learn.

I lied.

She knows I lied. So it’s okay.

We formed a bond with our server. He was replaced with an impostor.

We thought it would be funny if she pretended to yell at me to cause a scene.

It was.

We talked about Boston and San Diego.

We talked about Europe and South America.

She ordered the Red Quinoa Salad Bowl. Minimal quinoa, mostly kale.

I ordered the Lobster Garlic Noodles. Minimal lobster, mostly crab.

I asked her if she was on a deserted island what 3 albums she would bring.

She said Kaya – Bob Marley and Channel Orange – Frank Ocean.

She never got to her 3rd.

We wanted to find a bar. She suggested The Lash.

We found parking right across the street. That never happens.

The DJ was spinning a rap/edm blend with horrible transitions.

He felt the disgust and just ran through the Travis Scott album instead.

She got hit on by a gay couple trying to make each other jealous.

We went back to Chinatown. She told me about a recent Uber driver of hers.

He had stopped to take a picture of the skyline mid-trip.

It was cold earlier that night. Now it was warm.

I drove home and decided I need to visit downtown more often.