39. Summer in LA

With year-round sunshine and a (concerning) lack of precipitation, there’s a lot to love about SoCal living. But summertime in the city – it’s the stuff rom-com dreams are made of. Balmy nights and late am brunches. Beachside fireworks and farmers markets bursting with produce.

It may very well be my last summer in los angeles, and I’m making the most of it:

– Because somehow joining a wine club made sense in my life right now (and they have food trucks and live music on the weekends!).

– Everyone knows watching a movie outdoors with a couple hundred strangers in a cemetery is way cooler than streaming netflix with your cat.

– Fireworks at the Hollywood Bowl

Hiking. Hiking everywhere.

This farmers market (with celeb sightings, because, LA)

– A list of the best bottomless mimosa brunches in every neighborhood (because, lush)

– The Nordstrom Anniversary Sale 

Free Yoga 

– And ending summer with the LA County Fair in september (and a visit to Kailua!)

Make the most of these long summer days, everyone!

(Photos 1, 2, 3)

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39. Summer in LA

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(Photo: Edie, the Persian Princess)

I forget sometimes that no man is an island. The introvert in me thinks I can live off books, coffee, and Netflix alone. But it only lasts about two weeks before I’m calling my friends and begging them to hang out with me.

So, lately I’ve been filling up my days with adventures.

With all the complaining I do about traffic and the hassle of finding parking in a Trader Joe’s parking lot,  it’d be easy to think that I hate LA. And while it’s true that my love affair with Los Angeles has passed its honeymoon phase, I’m realizing that there’s still a lot to love and learn about this city.

On Monday, I ventured down to the flower district to have brunch at poppy + rose with some of my favorite ladies. The $6/hr (on a holiday!) parking meters were a buzzkill (why, LA, why?!?!), but the coffee mug and company more than made up for it.

(Photo: C with her Hairy Otter sweatshirt; awesome david bowie cat mug)
On Wednesday, I stopped by to feed my friend’s (three!) cats, which called for a spontaneous visit to Sweet Lady Jane, where francy face bought the most delicious rhubarb pie I’ve ever tasted.

(Photo: Francine’s hand/fork purposely placed for comparison of this massive delicious pie slice)
And running. Or rather walking/hiking/jogging – basically every word to describe moving your legs except for running. And it still feels good.

(Photo: Wilacre Park views)

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