Happened to be in Southern California for business, so I arranged to go down to Long Beach and pick up HKE up at AG and Gary’s after the LA Film Festival. Didn’t feel like hitting the George Michael concert with the rest of the Birthday celebrators, so I had a beer, a quick nap, then wandered down to Rainbow Harbor to visit my TP stomping grounds, almost exactly 1 year later.
Weird, weird. I only spent a week of my life here, but it popped back like a bright, coppery memory from college. If that makes any sense.
Didn’t see anyone I recognized. Didn’t stay for a drink.