LA is pretty cool, too…

I cannot believe I was in New York 1 year ago…the last 12 months have flown by! I absolutely loved summer in NYC, and was completely floored by all the summer activities and events there (many of them free!). Rather than spend the next 3 months reminiscing and wishing I could move to the East Coast, I took to the ever-trusty ‘GOOGLE’ and vowed to find just as many things to do in good ole’ sunny California. Check out my summer 2012 bucket list…and let me know if you have any additional recommendations!

1: LA Street Food Fest: in case you hadn’t caught on yet, I love to eat…and I currently have an odd fascination with food trucks. This event was made for me.

2: Chinatown Summer Nights: An event with food, film and culture? Okay, Los Angeles, I’m in.

3: Movies in the Park: Just like Bryant Park in NYC! I love this kind of thing…and I love it even more when the venue is walking distance to home. Wine for everyone!

4: Rooftop bar in Venice: When it’s sunny and warm is there anything better than getting tipsy overlooking the ocean? The answer: not really.

5: Venice Beach Music Festival:Will we fit in at this event? Absolutely not. Do I care? Not at all.

xx- Victoria

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Hey, surfer boyfriend, maybe don’t do THAT

I’ve never considered myself a neat freak or germaphobe. Being that I lived with a nutritionist-health conscious-sister who was a bit of both (love you, Liz!), I always thought I was pretty laid back. Then, I moved in with Adam and I realized how NOT LAID BACK I really am.

Adam’s chaotic “organization” drives me crazy, but I am slowly getting used to it (note: that does not mean I have accepted it). The germs and bacteria Adam’s filthy surfing paraphernalia treks into our home, on the other hand, makes me absolutely INSANE.

Adam wears his wet suit at least 4/7 days of the week…in the ocean. Do I even need to address how dirty the ocean is? What “lives” in the ocean? How unsanitary it is? No, I am sure YOU understand this. Adam, on the other hand…doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get why his wet suit can’t hang in the bathroom where, by definition, we BATHE and get CLEAN. Nor does he understand why named wet suite can’t hang near the laundry/washer and dryer (read: CLEAN laundry). This is a weekly battle, and though I have not won it yet, I am confident victory will be mine soon.

I am not a surfer (shocking…I know). I like to sleep, I am not partial to cold water and I would rather spend my time at the beach basking in the sun. Plus, surfing involves too much equipment and preparation for me. Thus, I won’t pretend to know WHY wax must come off a surfboard. Something about performance, maintenance?…I don’t actually know- I just know it happened. Last night. In my living room.

Now I could get over the “wax removal” phase just fine. It didn’t really bother me at all–in fact, I quite enjoyed the quiet time (…just kidding, Adam). I didn’t even care when Adam insisted on melting his OLD and USED wax down, using our OVEN that we COOK our DINNER in (solid effort at recycling, love!). What I did mind, however, was opening the fridge to get some water and finding Adam’s old, disgusting, re-purposed wax- wax that had been in the ocean more times than I care to think about-sitting in my nice baking dishes. If you’re thinking, “Oh shit, Adam was dead,” then you’re right…he was (well almost– he was punished, that’s for sure).

Just another day in the treehouse (if you hadn’t heard that’s the name Adam gave our house) learning to live together…and loving [nearly] every minute of it!

xx- Victoria

True life: we were nearly killed by a food truck (indirectly)

I love the concept of food trucks, and I love eating (in reality). Thus, it would seem as though a food truck mini-fair would be my bread and butter (pun intended). After my first experience with LA food trucks I must say I am less than impressed.

A few blocks from where Adam and I live a food truck congregation is hosted every Tuesday evening (http://m.yelp.com/biz/gourmet-food-trucks-at-the-victorian-santa-monica). We have been talking about trying it out since we moved in, and with the added daylight (gracias, mother nature) we thought tonight would be the perfect opportunity.

Only a handful of trucks were there- maybe 8 or so. For some reason I was imagining dozens- so already I was disappointed from the get-go. Secondly, because we gave up sweets for Lent we had to forgo the one truck I really wanted: custom ice cream sandwiches.

After surveying the fare we both decided on a shredded beef sandwich and an order of Greek fries to share from Holy Aioli (…okay, we also had a pork bun while waiting- it was small!). I was completely dissatisfied with my choices and, being the fat kids we are, we thought we could redeem the experience with an excellent side dish. After waiting 20 min for tempura chicken and eating a bit of it Adam bit into the center and it was RAW.

So there you have it- we might die of salmonella, courtesy of my not-super-impressive food truck experience. I guess we will have to keep eating until we find the best…gourmet grilled cheese truck, I am coming for you!

xx- Victoria

p.s. we are almost done with our end tables- check back soon for photos!

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