L.A. Trip, Day 02:

Your humble narrator slept like a rock.  I just didn’t stay in rock mode long enough apparently, as even with the help of my Cellucor D4 Thermo Shock, I was sluggish and worn out the majority of the day.  Breakfast was awkward in the hotel restaurant but was wonderful, consisting of fresh strawberry stuffed french toast and eggs over easy.  After getting the bags packed, we hit the road to Anaheim, mega early as the GPS said it was going to take an hour to get there, but our directions said to plan on 3 1/2 hours in traffic.

It took 1 1/2 hours…So we had plenty of time to waste.  Enough time to score some Del Taco, a restaurant almost identical to Taco Bell as far as taste (ya know, with the exception of the hamburgers that are on the menu and the outdoor bathroom that required a token to get in…)  For some reason Del Taco just sounded awesome ever since I heard Tsunami Bomb talk about it in an interview about a year before they broke up.  It pleased, but with the nachos I got down on, I felt about 300 lbs and was in no condition to do any video interviews.  Luckily for everyone involved, the temperature in Anaheim never got passed 72* or 73*, so it was easy on a fat man stumbling around outside trying to kill time before our scheduled shoot.

Mr. Out of Town was baffled at the fact that they sold liquor in the equivalent of Kroger.  That’s something you certainly will probably never see in Tennessee.  Did I mention that I saw a small Newcastle keg?  I’m pretty sure California is heaven.

The shoot went really well as all of our shoots have thus far.  Ready to hit the road, we started back to the hotel, a trek that took every bit of that 3 1/2 hours.  Not a huge deal as I was just in awe of all of the signs we were passing (Long Beach, Santa Monica, Orange County, Hollywood, Mullholland Dr., San Barandino and others that I’ve been taught about through rock’n’roll).  After unloading our car, I was ready to crash again.  But not before an incredible calzone at this Italian joint where the young kid couldn’t serve me a beer and the Mexican waiter didn’t think I was old enough to drink.

Go figure.

Going to post all the photos when I get back on Friday as clicking is a little awkward on the Macbook Pro this morning.

Enjoy today’s haiku:

Jamaican Lager
Such a beautiful thing, mon
Pass me a Red Stripe…