birfdays galore

I've still got the rest of Bonnaroo to get through plus all of Lake Burton, but the album of Random Other Stuff on my phone wants purging...

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Chaucer had a birthday! We took him to Venice Beach for a change of scenery and sniffery. I was worried he might be overwhelmed but he was a champ, super curious, sticking his head in every shop and practically dragging us out to the water. Dogs aren't actually allowed on the beach proper, just the boardwalk, but the lifeguard said they don't really enforce it and that it was just his job to tell us. We let Chauc get his paws wet then came back to the boardwalk to people watch and eat pizza.











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Ross had a birthday! The four of us got drinks at the Biltmore then had dinner at Redbird, which I'm gonna go ahead and call one the most beautiful restaurants I've seen in LA. It's is in the rectory of the former Vibiana Cathedral, a gorgeously converted space, and if it wasn't desanctified before we got there, it is now if you knowwhumsayin. Avocado salad, shishito peppers, braised goat gemelli, duo of beef, and a whole crispy black bass, sharesies style. Plus two bottles of Lambrusco and cocktails besides. I feel unholy just remembering it.


Terence had the clever idea to see if we couldn't find an old architecture book from the bookstore next to Biltmore, as a present. No dice on that but we found a handful of vintage postcards of DTLA landmarks and historic buildings. Small enough to stick in one of his real architecture books and forget forever.



The terrifying beast above may not have been the brilliant menu selection I promised everyone it would be. (Someone once told me if I ever saw black bass on the menu to order it no matter what.) It tasted good, but it wasn't exactly bulging with meat. Though really it was worth it just to see Kerry's face when Ross ate the eyeballs. 


This is how I will always think of us. Huddled together waiting for an Uber, on our way to the next dining/drinking spot. Love these people so much I can barely deal.

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My country had a birthday! Terence was in New York so I kicked it with Krista and her friend Kemi. There was a free event at Grand Park, right up the street, so we took food and Ye Olde Festivale Sheet and picnicked in our patriotic best to some live - if not great - music.


K-bizzle made all the noms. (The label on my pasta salad refers to how she listed herself in my phone when we first started hanging out. She's since learned I'm not the best anything, but it's kind of her to keep up the charade.)


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Chaucer likes when I groom him near trees, so the birds can use his fur for nest fluff. He also likes when random strangers ask to take selfies with him.





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I can't decide if I love the bar at Ace Hotel or I hate it. It's hipster ground zero, but the view is one of downtown's best and I've got a thing for the elevator operator.







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Various and sundries from Villain's Tavern, Casita del Campo, Grand Central Market, and The Precinct: