City of Angles and a Keyed Car

Miles: 3142
Gallons Burned: 100.5
Caffeinated Drinks: 27

Mars Hill ABQ has been great, and I totally dig the people of Albuquerque. I have met amazing men and women in this diverse and engaging city.

Now let me tell you a little story of a wanderer in West Hollywood...
What comes to mind when you think of West Hollywood(called Wee-Ho by locals)?
I got to experience some incredible events, people, and locations thanks to my buddy Phil.

He led me on a tour of Hollywood, Beverly Hills, and the Beaches south of Malibu.
He showed off the interesting and awesomely peculiar people of Santa Monica Beach/Pier and Venice Beach. Here is an shot of the Santa Monica pier from below:

Phil and I went to Riverside to see Sam, Lili, and Andrew. We burst into Sam's lab and as usual couldn't startle her. I also ruined the surprise for Lili by letting Phil's visit slip over the phone.
We enjoyed Settlers of Catan and great palaver.
When I ran Phil back to "WeHo", he invited me to his gym, a Gold's. My first full-gym workout in 8 month was awesome. I even was awkwardly invited to a wrestling gym by two sketchy guys. Everyone was very fit at the gym, so my sense of pride was glad that I have been faithful in my 200-50 daily workout.

Honestly this hour-and-a-half workout was an memorable life experience. I was not uncomfortable, how often do you get to work out in a culture like this?
Of course I forgot my Driver License there...so I drove back to Riverside illegally.
The next day I drove Sam and Lili to the La Brea tar pits where bones dating back 30,000 years are being salvaged every day.
I managed to lock the keys in Sam's car and waste 90 minutes of our time until the lock specialist's 90 seconds of work loosed the mocking metal.

Only when we returned to Riverside (after I decided that my trips to LA were concluded) did I notice my ID's absence.
Jonathan (my dear friend from Garfield High) and his gracious fiancee Madeline visited me in Riverside, and we enjoyed the game Dominion and great stories.

The next day I drove out to San Onofre State Park next to Camp Pendleton. The day at the beach was anything but. Constant high winds and driving rain soaked me and my valiant compatriots to the bone. Still there were nice Pacific Pelicans:

Finally revelation struck that night as to where my ID was. When I took my leave I made the 3 hour detour back to WeHo to get it.