LA is effin’ ridiculous. I get back from picking up Erik from the airport and I can’t find parking on my street. Moreover, I can’t exit the street through the other end, because there is valet parking set up there. VALET PARKING on a residential street. Some bigwig must be having a party. This city is insane.
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]
satsumabug.com | Lisa Hsia 
Oh, screw it all and go back to Berkeley. Sure, there’s never any parking there either, and driving around isn’t exactly a cakewalk, but at least it’s for legit reasons. You know – protests, random homeless people’s shopping carts, various ambulances and cop cars. None of that silly valet stuff.
concur
that’s LA for you. we should take the 405 and leave now! 🙂 -ed
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