Hi. It’s Evan, writing to you from three hours in the past (ooOOOoooh!). Los Angeles is nice, it’s kind of like one of the smaller, quieter suburbs in New Jersey. I even caught my first glimpse of a celebrity: Hillary Duff.
Last night I arrived, sleepy and with sore legs. A minute or two after I stepped into Ilya’s place, Steve arrived with a DVD called “Stoned Age.” We watched it, if you could imagine that. Then Steve split, and we went to Lauren and her boyfriend Nick’s apartment in Silverlake; a lovely place on a hill with an incredible view. We listened to an Arab on Radar LP and talked. At about midnight we drove over to the Steve Allen Theater for “The Tomorrow Show”, a weekly comedy act featuring Craig Anton, Ron Lynch, and Brendon Small. Laughs were had. I’d rate it somewhere between a chuckle and a guffaw on the [redacted] Laugh-O-Meter. After the show, we returned to Lauren and Nick’s, listened to more records, and chilled even harder than before. By the time we got home, it was–in Eastern Standard Time–just after 7am. A long day.
Today started with a nice brunch at a hip little joint called “Eat Well”. According to Ilya, going out for brunch fulfills one’s daily requirement for being outside during the day in LA. Once you’ve “done something,” you’re pretty much free to do nothing the rest of the day. Yeah, I could get used to this…
Instead of calling it quits for the next 10 hours, we spent the day hiking through the surrounding hills. We started out over here, a spot that’s great for watching sunsets. Once you reach the top of that hill, there’s a ritzy residential street overlooking a park. From here you can see another mountainous peak and catch a glimpse of downtown. We decided to follow the many footpaths through the terrain. Here’s Ilya waiving a shard of a palm tree in the air like its his dick. The paths begin winding down a hillside, and you’re left overlooking I-5 and the L.A. River. When you come around the other side, you’re face-to-face with some sort of…thing. We couldn’t figure out what the hell it was, but we sat under the shade of a nearby tree and looked at it. Also, plantlife.
Here are four more pictures taken from the end of Ilya’s Street.
