Last night I stepped inside Lite Brite Land. Luc and I went for a stroll through a foggy, pine-tree-lined trail of Griffith Park and saw the L.A. DWP Christmas Light Festival. It's free, it's fun, there's cheesy music blaring, you get at least a mile of walking in, or you can even ride your bike. It made me want hot chocolate. We went and got some afterwards. FESTIVE! Even though they've only done the festival for 13 years, it feels like a step further back in time. Everything is larger than life and Pee-Wee-Tim-Burton-Era-esque. These are iPhone pictures, again. Their website is here.
We went to Clearman's the day before Thanksgiving to celebrate Luc's belated birthday. Surrounded by fake snow, peanuts everywhere, and lots of baroque-style boobie paintings, you have no choice but to eat enormous quantities of food and order several large steins of frosty ale. I got a postcard and the rest are camera phone shots. No one remembers their real camera anymore.
Look at Tweedle Dumb (Devon) and Tweedle Dee (Jenny) wearing the same shirt.
Luc having full feelings.
Thanks to Jennifer Brandt Taylor for writing about Clearman's in her awesome book, Vintage L.A. It has become my new "fun" guide.