Funk yeah Socal

So of course awesome trip was awesome. Some of the finer points:

The Richard Nixon Presidential Library. Fuck yeah history! We saw a piece of the berlin wall, and I got my picture taken next to it, even though I really really shouldn't have. Damn flash. Even better: I got a picture of a sign that says "Please Do Not Touch the Berlin Wall." Heh heh. Yeeeah. I also learned that I am about as tall as Winston Churchill. He had a little bit on me for that bowler though. There was a lady watching us so I didn't hug it.

Fullerton Arboretum. Trees! Lotsa them. Well, for the area. The best was the desert part of the arboretum though. So many enormous cacti (gotta love them succulants) and there was a burrow of adorable little rabbits that populated the cactus garden, so they were running all over the place. SO FUKKEN CUTE.

Jewish District of Los Angeles. First we went to Amoeba, which was rad (i now have a flogging molly picture disk. Eeee!) then tried walking to this one famous Jewish deli because kah-wang-guh was supposed to be like two streets from Fairfax. I want to put all of the LA population into a directional training course. "Dear L.A. If the location is in nevada, it is not TWO BLOCKS AWAY." Forget that, though. Jenn found this awesome teeny tiny bookstore across from the deli that had pretty much everything McSweeny's put out, as well as a pretty durn near complete line of Fantagraphics press (Jenn got Buddy Does Seattle written in the mid ninties and is calling it research. I fully approve) and a collection of Chabon essays that I did not realize existed. Yes I paid full price. Proceeds go to 826 which is my favorite charity. Woot! And the three part dust jacket was drawn by a guy who actually lives above the bookshop I was in! Superneat. He wasn't in or I'd have pestered him to sign it and then we'd drive to berkley to stalk Mr. Chabon until he signed it and let me brush his hair. Heh heh... he's so dreamy.

That was wierd.

Frankensons. Massive collectable place where I found five seasons of daria plus two movies for forty bucks. Unfortunately there was no Pete and Pete season three there, but I did get their card and they deliver all of your favorite childhood shows that no one will ever care to reproduce, and even those you don't care to reproduce. Can we say Maxx Hedroom?! Yes we can!

And and and... well of course getting to spend the week with Jenn. Damn I love that girl. Saying good bye was so hard. And totally gay. Like... really gay. I'm gonna miss her. I think I'll have to start planning the Alaska trip so as not to get all depressed and such.