word up to my Cali homiez
Oct. 5th, 2002 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jlhSince I couldn't join Ali in kicking homeless people back in NYC, I instead dedicated my day to the conspicuous consumption of fossil fuels.
I drove (that's right, me alone!) from Venice to Pasadena, a 30-mile 50-minute trip. just to have lunch with a friend! We ate ersatz home cooking full of processed foods (mmm, bacon with sulfites), fat (mmm, american cheese) and sugar (mmm, raspberry iced tea) and then I drove back to Venice--again, by myself! On a croweded highway full of other single drivers!
I also bought a shirt at a malll, an enormous structure where I parked for free, thus encouraging me to drive there by myself rather than taking the bus or some such horrible thing.
Then my friend unnecessarily drove home from work, picked me up, then drove back to a restaurant near work to meet friends for dinner. Mmm, Indian food altered to American tastes. Mmm. After that we put the top down and went for a drive for about 90 minutes, down the PCH and then in the canyons. Why? Because we could, and because he has the sweetest little convertible sports car. (Also because it was a beautiful night, especially up in Calabassas and around all those ranches, and I'm a big car whore.)
So we'd better start some war over oil, because we need to refill that tank with cheap gas.
I drove (that's right, me alone!) from Venice to Pasadena, a 30-mile 50-minute trip. just to have lunch with a friend! We ate ersatz home cooking full of processed foods (mmm, bacon with sulfites), fat (mmm, american cheese) and sugar (mmm, raspberry iced tea) and then I drove back to Venice--again, by myself! On a croweded highway full of other single drivers!
I also bought a shirt at a malll, an enormous structure where I parked for free, thus encouraging me to drive there by myself rather than taking the bus or some such horrible thing.
Then my friend unnecessarily drove home from work, picked me up, then drove back to a restaurant near work to meet friends for dinner. Mmm, Indian food altered to American tastes. Mmm. After that we put the top down and went for a drive for about 90 minutes, down the PCH and then in the canyons. Why? Because we could, and because he has the sweetest little convertible sports car. (Also because it was a beautiful night, especially up in Calabassas and around all those ranches, and I'm a big car whore.)
So we'd better start some war over oil, because we need to refill that tank with cheap gas.
