After a long night, we start the day with some hearty food at the East Indian Grill.
We pick-up Mr. Jesse "I'm-moving-to-Sydney-Australia-to-fist-fight-Great-White-Sharks" Erickson and ride bikes from Santa Monica to Venice Beach.
Venice is left-sided to say the least.
Fine linens.
The bike trails are treacherous on the beach. You might fall in the sand, so make sure to wear full protection.
Don't let this man near your children.
Mr. Erickson is the perfect person to hit Venice Beach with.
Boman busts out the fish-eye again and grabs some great portraits...still to come.
Post-modern privacy.
California is sunny.
Some pro-war propaganda for the little ones.
Meet Zoltar from the movie, Big. A childhood favorite of mine.
There's something creepy about abandoned children transportation. It screams milk cart for me.
Meet Gustavo Camelot, Boman's old roommate from a couple summers back. He lives right on the beach and is full of life, happiness, and political awareness.
He's also an actor and quite the ham.
I show Gustavo photos from my last trip to Venice and the coastline.
Venetian ruins.
We ride our bikes back to Santa Monica hand-in-hand-in-camera.
We stop at Wonders of the World on the way back. It's an amazing collection of rare minerals and fossils, some of which cost more than $250,000.
It's out of our budget.
We meet up with everyone at Barrigans, which is well-known for their margaritas. It reminds me of a school cafeteria without any rules. Jesse and Kurt navigate to salsa for their new-found chip.
We move on to the Short Stop. Boman, Dante, and Lance put out the vibe before redefining the dance floor.
Boman has an epic dance-off with Lil' Frankenstein. My cheeks hurt from laughing so much.
Jesse improvises as his feet start to tire.
Scadoosh!
After a long night, we start the day with some hearty food at the East Indian Grill.
We pick-up Mr. Jesse "I'm-moving-to-Sydney-Australia-to-fist-fight-Great-White-Sharks" Erickson and ride bikes from Santa Monica to Venice Beach.
Venice is left-sided to say the least.
Fine linens.
The bike trails are treacherous on the beach. You might fall in the sand, so make sure to wear full protection.
Don't let this man near your children.
Mr. Erickson is the perfect person to hit Venice Beach with.
Boman busts out the fish-eye again and grabs some great portraits...still to come.
Post-modern privacy.
California is sunny.
Some pro-war propaganda for the little ones.
Meet Zoltar from the movie, Big. A childhood favorite of mine.
There's something creepy about abandoned children transportation. It screams milk cart for me.
Meet Gustavo Camelot, Boman's old roommate from a couple summers back. He lives right on the beach and is full of life, happiness, and political awareness.
He's also an actor and quite the ham.
I show Gustavo photos from my last trip to Venice and the coastline.
Venetian ruins.
We ride our bikes back to Santa Monica hand-in-hand-in-camera.
We stop at Wonders of the World on the way back. It's an amazing collection of rare minerals and fossils, some of which cost more than $250,000.
It's out of our budget.
We meet up with everyone at Barrigans, which is well-known for their margaritas. It reminds me of a school cafeteria without any rules. Jesse and Kurt navigate to salsa for their new-found chip.
We move on to the Short Stop. Boman, Dante, and Lance put out the vibe before redefining the dance floor.
Boman has an epic dance-off with Lil' Frankenstein. My cheeks hurt from laughing so much.
Jesse improvises as his feet start to tire.
Scadoosh!
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when are yall coming to chicago?
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