downtown

I am loving Hollywood more and more with every weirdo kindred spirit I meet. My Best-Hollywood-Friend-Daniel and I went to a vintage-clothing-palooza in downtown Los Angeles on Saturday night. Now, before I moved here I was advised to never go downtown at night. Apparently, during the day time it is a fun place to shop and experience some culture, but at night downtown can be full of some of the scariest people, yet I've never really seen any. I mean, yes, where I live there is my homeless neighbor that squawks like a chicken to make sure no one bothers him, or the wheelchair lady and her flea covered Maltese, or the bearded man that seems to prefer the garbage can on the corner of Yucca and Cherokee when searching for his mid day snack, but these people leave me alone, and they are just some Hollyweirdos.

Currently, LA is working on making downtown more appealing, and hosting events to boost the whole downtown scene. And vintage clothing event was just the thing. After a metro ride and taxi ride, we showed up at this warehouse full of people digging through boxes of vintage clothes-and everything was just ONE DOLLAR. ONE DOLLAR! I know! I was floored. The place was filled with artists, fashionistas, poor students, and us. Just my kind of peeps. Not to mention the delicious dollar taco stand just outside. We tore through bins and huge boxes filled with anything you can imagine. I dug through the wedding dress bin, and wondered if I should invest a dollar in my future. Daniel shrugged and said to me "DO IT". We danced and played dress up, and told each other how fabulous we thought those cowboy boots were, and wondered if we could pull off a square dance shirt in real life. I walked away with a dress that will become a shirt, a beanie, a rug, a tee shirt that says "Take this job, and shove it" (love it since I'm unemployed!), a stone ring in the shape of a duck, and gorgeous turquoise scarf-and I am now out $6! I forget how I can get my little shopping fill with just some thrift shopping, and I didn't get killed by a downtown nutso! (Although, we did get a ride home with a friend, and Daniel said under his breath "Uh Oh. This is the Toy District." I said, "What's the Toy District?" He didn't answer me, but told our friend to keep driving.)