Ariza, split pea soup, among other things

So yesterday, I blessed/endowed (either or both) my brother with a lovely visit in l.a.
Speaking of "l.a.", if someone says, let's meet in l.a., that's like telling someone let's meet in Nebraska. My point (which you hopefully) have understood by now, is that Los Angeles engulfs too much land, too many people and too much traffic to be an easy town where there is one central metropolitan area of the city.
Furthermore, I think that's the quality about L.A. that people either love or hate about this town. There are a lot of nooks and corners to it, and normally you need a vehicle to get from one interesting location to the next. And as consequential result, are stuck in 2 hours of mind numbing traffic.

So when I say, I met up with my brother in l.a. I "could" be referring to sunset boulevard or the ghetto of south east Compton (that is such an ignorant assumption, is that even a place?) I am specifically referring to the western part of the city of angels and sometimes during the course of the summer when I feel a sense of intoxication by my small childhood town (a completely normal feeling from my fellow peers I assure you) I hop into my Honda mobile and travel down to where it's "happening".

New trend watch: coffee shops not stamped with the typical mermaid green black set up are the new hot spots!

No, actually they're not, but my brother and I found ourselves doing our own respective reading/studies respectively on none other than a saturday night. Sadly, even the coffee barista was trying to ask why i was spending my Saturday night at such a location.
I can be so lame....I mean, er, productive with my time.

In all sincerity though I needed to get out of Thousand Oaks for a little while. After several hours of page flipping, reading, and spelling out french diction my brother and I manuevred down the street to jerry's deli to grab some late dinner.
The funniest part of going out with my brother is the fact that most people assume we are unrelated and therefore....well, you get the point. It's not my fault that I got most of the attractive genes... (muahahah).
Anyway, while downing my pea sized serving (no pun intended) of split pea soup a true Laker offender and traitor but attractive nonetheless Trevor Ariza walks in. Yes folks, so ensues the climax of my story.

To hopefully find a unifying theme with this blog is that sometimes the most random, useless events can put a smile on your face. I had a pretty crap of a day, but a change a scenery, some lukewarm soup and a basketball player's visit made it better.
So next time you are feeling rather intoxicated by your own nook of a hometown, let's meet somewhere in L.A.?