The Left Coast
LA always fascinates me. Probably because it is so vastly different from Boston. And I always feel like each person I see is auditioning for their own reality show. A few sights from my first day in California:
In case I had a sudden case of amnesia on the plane and completely forgot where I was landing, there was a woman placed in the airport to remind me. She was wearing a shirt with a completely shredded front and a royal blue crushed velvet bra underneath. The ultimate in comfortable travel wear.
I passed by a bench covered with ads that read “We cater to dental chickens.” It took a minute for my coworkers and me to realize this meant people who are afraid of the dentist, and not poultry with teeth.
Off to San Diego tomorrow! Anyone know a good fish taco joint?