If you haven’t seen Black Dynamite, then you need to move it to the top of your Netflix queue, you dig?
So after the extreme heat warning was issued, we decided to hit the beach. The plan was to go to Venice Beach via Santa Monica Blvd. From some way back memory I had many, many moons ago, I thought this would be a quick and easy drive — about 30 minutes and we’d get to pass through some neat areas on the way.
One hour into the drive we pass Beverly Hills and haven’t yet seen a freeway. I am apologizing profusely. At least Mylo passed out in the car. Almost two hours later we arrive at Ocean Avenue. We are not at Venice Beach but at this point, anything with waves and sand will do. And then the real monster rears its ugly head. Parking. $7 / day parking. Waaa?? I knew it would be a bitch to park, but we have to pay too? Damn. After 20 minutes of trying to find a spot in the short-term ($1/hr) parking we bite the bullet and pay $7.
The beach. is. glorious.
And by taking the 10 and 405, we got home in 40 minutes… with traffic! Nice.