Yesterday I crossed over into Californication. In all of my years of living, I had never been to Venice Beach, CA. Hearing tales of craziness that goes down at the hippie infested Boardwalk, I decided to throw on my DGFU Tank and make the journey. I was definitely in for an adventure.
I learned last week that the beaches in LA are not like OC beaches at all. After almost getting hit by a speeding Volvo while sprinting across PCH and hurdling over center dividers, I knew parking was going to be a task. A quarter tank and a few illegal U-Turns later, my sister and I were strutting down the Boardwalk. The first thing I noticed was how many black people there were because they said African Americans don't go the beach! With the sudden urge to break out into the "Cat Daddy", we continued down to see what other witchcraft was in store. We visited the infamous "Muscle Beach" to find only one person working out. That is not what they depicted on Spongebob. I was shocked to see how open everyone was about selling weed at the "Kush Klubhouse" and insisted pedestrians go visit the Dr. Kush. After devouring an imitation "Hollywood Hotdog" that cost me twice as much, I ran into the love of my life. A couple were selling 3 month old Pitbull puppies. I will be a dog owner by Summer 2011
Venice reminded me of Rocket Power. I could tell some of the older people there have made Venice Beach their chaotic, yet laid back, sanctuary for decades. Watching the edgy skateboarders plunge into a vacant swimming pool as the sun drifted behind distant mountains along the coast, it painted a perfect picture of what California living is about. I will definitely be going back for some discounted bargain hunting and to TwitPic more weirdos!
Don't Get Fooled University!
Muscle Beach
"Come see the Doctor!"
Rosa would not be pleased...
The Boardwalk
This man tried to kill my sister, so I took a picture.
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