Back in my favorite place in California once again, which almost burned down completely because of the Woolsey fire a couple months before I arrived.
Found my way to a Childish Gambino concert. Always been a fan, but never listened too extensively. I can only describe his live show as something like a heavy metal rap church choir. Wouldn’t bump it in the car, but interesting to see in person, plus the light show was pretty on point.
Checked out the King Tut exhibit at the California Science Center
Went to Universal for the first time since being a kid. My friend in FL worked at the one in Orlando so he gave us a line cheat code which got us through about 5 3-4 hour long wait lines in 10 minutes. Again was expecting crazy roller coasters like when I visited Disney, but instead got jerky virtual rides with oddly timed water drips on non-water rides…
I can’t remember exactly how it happened, but it was something to do with Jon Jones breaking the law as usual. Anyways, UFC 232 wound up in L.A. instead of Las Vegas so of course I had to make an appearance. And Amanda Nunes knocking out Cyborg in under a minute made it all worth it. Also, got to see BJ Penn and Andre Arlovski fight (not eachother), so 2 legends on the card was a cherry on top.
I actually attempted to preserve this dead Starfish and dry it out, but I went back east soon after finding it so it didn’t finish curing. I had it wrapped up in a bubble wrap container with a home made tape handle so it got a lot of funny looks while I was getting back across country. Also, you really start to question your life choices when you find yourself in Flagstaff AZ running down the street in snow with a large travel backpack and a dead starfish in a bubble wrap bag at 6am to catch a train because your taxi left you in the dust.
California was exactly what I needed in order to digest my trip and nourish my body back to health. I left California at a young age and even though I would spend summers and Christmas vacation with family and friends there, this was the first extended amount of time I spent with my (half) brother since he was 17 years older than me. At that time he had a 1 bedroom apartment in Malibu across from Carbon beach with his girlfriend and 2 cats.
He is an OG surfer in a punk rock band called The Harsh Carpets with a classic mustang that runs 11 second quarter miles. The days were spent at the beach, playing music, BBQing and going to parties so pretty much standard California days, nothing too out of the ordinary besides a pretty crazy swell that I got a few good shots of.
After about a month or so I left California feeling refreshed and like a much different person than I had when I first started my trip.