simply eventful

Ahoy,

At the risk of sounding cliche, we engaged in the classic date combo of dinner and a movie. You should too. After following the previous season of Top Chef, we added the runner-up's restaurant to our to-do list. The Tripel is in Playa Del Rey, a close walk from the beach. Seems they don't have much competition, but the wait wasn't too long. Per usual, we ordered way too much food and had to be rolled out of there to catch Now You See Me. Really fun movie. We would recommend the restaurant and movie. You should all go now! Picture my wide sweeping arm waving you to the door.

Barring the "intense" heat in Palm Springs, we opted for the comfort of an air conditioned indoor gym on Saturday. Call us pansies, it's okay, I know you are too. Sender One is the new gym everybody has been talking about, and now we are in on the hype too. The holds and walls had so much grip and friction. The rope walls might just reach the sky. Even though it's a land sport, many of the walls reminded me of ocean waves. One of the most delightful parts was watching the RRS nearly split in 5 different directions as soon as we got there. No celebrity sightings but we did see people we know that aren't famous.

We got back in E's blazing hot car (gotta love those eco-ficient cars that seat more than 2) to zip back to the city. We scrambled around like purposeful chickens with their heads cut off for picnic goods - blanket, food, and wine. We spent the most money on cookies and wine - really, we are such responsible adults. We wandered around under the guise of darkness, amongst the spirits of Hollywood to engage in the age old tradition of watching a movie at Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

On Sunday, we slept in and watched family sitcoms because that's the kind of old people we are. He got his hair chopped off as I watched in horror (read: engrossed in my book). We ambled to the nearby farmer's market as they were breaking down and finally tried the food at  Cheviot Farms/ Simpang Asia. He waxed nostalgic about Thailand and we dreamed vacation plans to travel all of Asia. Despite his marked reluctance, I got him to take me to the Melrose Trading Post. A wondrous maze of junk purveyors and artisan craftsmen, but mostly junk.

We visited a kosher Jewish kebab place for dinner and got gawked at because we were the only foreigners for miles. Upon returning with these goods, we settled on a spot in the courtyard across the street and ate among the stars (read: string lights in the trees). It was a perfectly warm night and the din of restaurant guests made it feel like we were at a secret shop. A perfect ending to a weekend of simple delights.

searingly scraped,
jt