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Today I relearned the importance of randomness and drinking water.

Hannah, Emmy, Natalie, Julia, and Tony day took us 35 minutes outside our mid-wilshire apartment to Eagle Rock on a mission to see art and hear music. The grass was dying but the people were stylish. 

Driving home later, mapquestless and dehydrated, Natalie got a bit lost and took a random exit off the 101 in the middle of LAMexico, only to find a sign proclaiming we were a block away from the Los Angeles Heritage Square Museum. What?? Cool!! In the end, when it is 90 degrees out and you've been cruising down Figueroa for 30 minutes with no AC or direction home, it's one of those situations where all you can really do is suck it up and live in the moment.

 Thus, we ended up wandering down the quiet street to find the "museum," a tiny street of Los Angeles heritage lined with historic, restored homes and buildings.

 It was like walking onto an eery, empty, colonial movie set square in the middle of a hilly version of nowhere. You know those old WWII and Vietnam bomb sites in the middle of the desert, where the army would build entire neighborhoods with front lawns and furnished homes, only to test out nuclear warfare? That's what it reminded me of, but it was totally cool. Sometimes, that is simply the best. 

The rest of the afternoon involved a severely oversized metal insect on a front lawn (see exhibit A below), a 75% thrift store sale on Highland (don't bother!!!), a much needed swim, and a gigantic black bean / rice / guacamole burrito. And then, falling asleep on the couch from sun and food overdose, I remembered why exactly I love LA in the summertime.

^ Exhibit A ^