Saturday in 60 seconds.
We ended up at Manpuku Tokyo BBQ in west LA for Sean’s birthday exstravaganza Friday night. Tim, Ben, and Jason all were there too. Everything was delicious barring the boba tea afterwards at the tapioca place next door. Saturday was a flurry. We started by meeting up at The Pantry for breakfast. I was intrigued by the line wrapping around the block of eager soon-to-be customers. Apparently, it opened back in 1924 and has never closed… ever. The idea of a diner being open 24/7/365 for the last 83 years is amazing to me. After gathering my things back at Sean’s loft downtown, Jason and I headed to Torrence for a stop at his place before visiting the Marine Mammal Care Center at Fort MacArthur where his girlfriend, Ann, has been a long time volunteer in the care and rehabilitation of local seals and sea lions. Lots of adorable, but very sick, critters there… sad. She had an elephant seal to tend to, so Jason and I took off. We skipped through Manhattan Beach, Hermosa Beach… lots of very fit, pretty (and presumably well-to-do) people. There was one quick stop at the Redondo Beach Brewing Company, but we eventually met up with his dad and step-mom for drinks at Delzano’s off the Redondo Beach pier. Enjoying a mild summer afternoon stirring a tasty bloody mary while watching a sea lion play in the marina was a moment easy to get lost in, but we had to be at the Rose Bowl for the DCI world championships soon, so we tipped our hats and made our leave. We’re meeting them at their house to pick up where we left off later this morning. DCI was pretty good, but my mind was elsewhere. A bunch of Jason’s old friends were there (in scattered seating), so we decided to meet up at the Yard House in Pasadena for libations after the final performance. Sean drove down and joined us. I’m a little tired due to the time difference… going to bed later, waking sooner, yadda yadda… but overall, no worse for wear. Jason’s house is quiet this morning. Everyone is still fast asleep. I can’t wait to see my little babies at home tonight. More later…
Ok, couple of things here. My husband is from So Cal and I don’t know why but I really am not fond of the place. I’m always amazed that people enjoy it there because anytime we’re there. And my husband would SO be shitting himself over DCI. He was a drummer in his band and followed it religiously, making it to the final cut for… one of them, don’t remember which, the summer before his senior year. You’re honestly the only other person on the planet that I’ve ever heard mention it. Whoda thunk?
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