city of angels

la gets a lot of shiz for being dirty and fake (cuz it is), but the place grows on me each time i visit. one cant help but admire the quintessential socal beach, the beautiful but vacant people... ah the absurdity of it all.

cathays 'all asia pass' allows me to depart from sf, la or nyc, and in the interests of participating in a koko kamp reunion, i chose here. it has been a coupla months since we indulged in our korean power week so it was delightful to be back in the company of my fellow counselors. joon picked me up at lax and we hustled over to k-town for some delicious samgyupsal, soondoobu and the like. after closing the place down we moved on to order ice cream sundaes of such magnitude to cause anyone without a korean metabolism to gasp and clutch at their seizing heart. gawd i love me some k-town kokos and kuisine. without fail i always get a lil funny tummy when im with my people, a subtle discomfort reminding me that im still an outsider, but its a feeling i embrace and i think they like it too.

day 2 i had the pleasure of sunday brunch at the abbey, a west hollywood institution. spicy bloody marys and a delicious soft scramble which didnt skimp on the avocados were accompanied by an extraordinary host, john, a half-chinese transplant from north seattle who is doing la quite well, thank u much. brunch was followed by a lil walk thru weho, was followed by a hot pair of new diesel jeans (paid in great part by his store credit... im speechless), was followed by a ride out to the santa monica pier made more enjoyable by a power sized jamba juice smoothie. in retrospect, with these kinds of hosts, no wonder why i like ciudad de los angeles.

by nature im awfully suspicious so i kept wondering why i was the recipient of such audacious generosity. i sought out sinister motives but came up pitifully empty. i guess some guys are just nice, no?