Los Angelisation - Frozen Yoghurt doggy style and hot Samba
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June 29th, 2008 – by: goldfishflosser
Jenn, Tracy and me went for brunch at the Figaro Café. These guys were like professional holiday managers, constantly making plans and phone calls and getting things sorted. In the meanwhile, eating my omelette was enough of a challenge for me.
To be honest I had no clue what was going on. At one point I heard the word “kayaking” with a question mark behind it. Before I could say anything my omelette answered with “Yes!”
Hurrah! We would go kayaking.
But not before Jenn had refuelled herself at her favourite frozen yoghurt place. On the way to yoghurt heaven, for the first time in my life I had a love at first sight experience. There she was - angel-like, with her round, innocent eyes and a little shirt that matched mine in colour and in spirit. I felt embarrassed to approach her at first, but once I kneeled down to show her my eternal love through high-pitched mumbling in German and some careful stroking, she and me entered a pink bubble of love. Thankfully, I could convince her shy nature of my truthfulness. She jumped up and rested her little front legs on my thigh - the ultimate sign of trust, love and mutual understanding.
Though I never found out her name, or ask her for her number, it was a perfect, pristine and timeless moment, a little dog-human romance in between omelette and frozen yoghurt.
The yoghurt place was cool and funky. I shot a video starting with Tracy playing around with the chairs and ending with Jenn’s cream topping in my lens. I thought it would create an interesting effect. And it did. It only took me a few days to get rid of it again.
We also quickly picked up some tickets for a world music show at the Hollywood Bowl that was on later in the evening. Wicked!! We were all really looking forward to this one!
Our kayaking territory near Huntington Beach consisted of little canals, surrounded by mansions and yachts of poor millionaires that can’t afford their own islands yet. We intuitively decided that the fastest way to get from A to B is zigzag. This answer might surprise the healthy mind, but trying to go straight would have interfered with Jenn’s creative paddling and thus caused serious injury.
All three of us worked like horses navigating us away from fast approaching yachts, through dangerously low bridges and against a wind that always seemed to turn against us, no matter what direction we chose. In comparison, Odysseus’ adventures now seem like a round of hide and seek at a Boy Scouts’ summer camp.
We even had a Siren calling seductively for our names when we came close to the shore. Sheila had finally arrived and waived at us. We helplessly fell for her spell and began to pull the kayak and ourselves out of the water.
Togehter we took an hour to tan and to de-cramp our muscles at the beach. Tracy and I played some beach volleyball (she kicked my little pale arse once again) and had one of the most entertaining photo sessions during the whole trip: group jump and shoot - the art of several people being photographed while jumping in the air.
The Hollywood Bowl, what a relaxed and impressive place that is: a big open-air amphitheatre in the midst of the Hollywood hills. They let you bring your own food and drinks along and you can just chill out and enjoy the evening. Before we entered the concert area we held our little eat, chat and laugh ritual at a wooden table under some trees, while listening to the first sounds. Shortly after we had taken our seats in one of the rows at the back, Tracy started to groove to the exotic beats, animating us as well as 3000 world music friends to do the same.
The highlight of the show was a grey haired gentleman in a white suit, called Gilberto Gil - Latin-musician and Brazil’s minister of Culture! (no, I won’t make any political remarks)
We danced all over the place and during the break even got a VIP visit from Alice, who was sitting close to the stage with her husband.
Finally, before going to bed, we crashed at Joy’s four-bedroom mansion in Monronia. What a night! What a day!
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