On Saturday morning I harassed Daniel until he got out of bed and agreed to go to Los Angeles. I had been once before when I was about 18 but he had never been. We hopped on the 5 and excitedly began the 34 mile trek to Hollywood… and it took 90 minutes. We laughed and began immediately comparing this adventure to our times in New York. “The subway would have had us there much faster!” and “New York doesn’t have razor-wire trying to keep citizens off the freeway!”
Why does LA have so much freaking razor-wire around the freeway!? Is it to keep the citizens safe so they don’t accidentally wander into ten lanes of chaotic traffic? Or is it to keep those sitting on the barely-moving freeway in their cars safe from the citizens who might hop the fence? Really not sure that I want to know.
When we finally made it to Santa Monica we ended up stuck in traffic and in construction (and beside a mall, on a Saturday afternoon…) We couldn’t get into any parking garages so we just gave up and headed home. It took us another two hours to navigate out of that mess and get back home, but we’ve promised we’ll go back and do a day in Santa Monica another time. Preferably on like… a Tuesday morning, in November haha.