If you ever get the chance to go to LA, jump on it. While it’s not a city I’d like to live in, it’s a great place to visit. Around every bend (or crazy freeway) is another pop culture reference or reminder, the weather is fantastic and the people are bat shit crazy – a great combination for fun.
With Trina being home for 17 days, it was to time to get out of Regina again. She was getting stir crazy.
So, along with our pal Schneidz (aka Trevor), at the beginning of August we decided to hit up Los Angeles to see the Blue Jays play (sort of), visit our friends Kristi, JJ and Baby Ezra in Malibu, and drink Original Coors and eat In and Out Burger.
God bless America!
It was a great time. Here are the pics:
Schneidz and I walk to Angels Stadium where someone asked us – “Who are the Blue Yays?”
Jose Bautista watches a replay of an Anaheim player hitting a homerun on the big screen. The Blue Jays lost both games we watched.
Schneidz and I scope out Huntington Beach for babes as Trina takes pictures behind us.
A look at a pier.
We also went to the Wiltern Theatre to watch some people tell jokes.
Before the comedy we ate some Korean food at Young Dong. I think we had ox.
On the Newport Beach Pier moments before I ran to a toilet.
Word on the street is that flying kites could be made illegal on California beaches, along with drinking, dogs and pretty much all fun.
Muscle Beach was just a couple of fat guys applying sunscreen with no shirts on.
A good look at the Venice Beach boardwalk – all sorts on this path.
A lot going on here. I’ll sum it up like this…Moments after this was taken about 10 Asians were chanting about Jesus in front of a Jewish synagogue, while a lady yelled at them for being Nazis. Interesting.
Exercise is bad. This entire family enjoyed the beautiful day with a ride on segways.
Having fun at the Malibu Pier.
Some nice machine work on Venice Beach.
Some street performers kicking it old school with some breakin’ and beakin’. No lino though?
If you’re ever in Malibu, come say hi to J, Kristi and Ezra. They’ll be at the beach.
Baby Ezra cheers for the beach and Uncle Humper’s white eyebrows.
Trina and I paddle around Surf Rider Beach avoiding waves. I fell in the drink a half-dozen times.
The famous Malibu Pier where surfing pretty much started in North America.
Ezra looking cool after enjoying some sand.
Rich people have horses in Malibu.
Having a duff in JJ’s hot tub.
Point Dume looking back at LA.
J and I run straight up a sandy beach swearing at each other the whole time.
The clouds flying into Regina.