Everything we’d hoped it be
We didn’t really get a chance to enjoy our hotel at all so, for our last day, we decided to just spend a relaxing morning, lounging about.
Besides Lucky Boy, the other thing I always try to have when I’m in LA is a Fatburger – well, as luck would have it, there was one just down the street from our hotel room.
This may, or may not, have been planned.
Now, the Firecracker had been watching this really cool documentary about donuts – called The Donut King, about an immigrant who made a donut empire but decided to teach other immigrants how to do the same to better their lives – so I also went to the store named the Donut King right next door to FatBurger to get us some donuts and some heart attack sammies.
So, I left bright and early on the morning we were heading back to pick up some loot.
That’s me enjoying my 1/2-pound Fatburger with sweet potato fries. It was everything I’d hope it’d be.
We closed out the morning in the lobby with our Donut King donuts and a $10 cuppa coffee.
Me: That was $10?! Jesus Christ. Did you get a massage with it?
Her: Nope, just the coffee.
Me: (shakes head)
We had time to kill but we were pretty California-ed out so we hopped an Uber to the airport, where we just sat around and bickered over nachos until it was time to leave.
Six hours – and one incredibly smelly seatmate with next-level BO – later, we were home in the middle of the night.
Her: That was a fun trip, but I’m traveled out now. Looking forward to just staying home for a little bit.
Me: Same.
Location: the floor of my new gym, watching the kid try an armbar
Mood: way under-caffeinated
Music: In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from the coolest places on the promenade (Spotify)
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