LA Day Three

Woke up early with my PSP in my lap still showing SWINGERS on pause (Vegas, baby! Vegas!) . Since there was nothing pressing to do today, rolle dback to sleep until I woke up on my own. THis time change thing is annoying, especially since I'm still wonky from my CORE wakeup/go to sleep schedule. Got a call from Steve who was driving up from Irvine to Santa Barbara, and we met for lunch at In-N-Out Burger, my third time in as many days. He was disapointed that he wasn't taking me for his first time, but we got over it once we ordered. These burgers are phenominal, but now I need to learn this "secret menu" so I can stroll in and order like an old hand. During lunch Steve became privvy to my web of lies (Canadian heritage and 9 toes among others), and sounds interested in joining me to Vegas (baby!) If this pans out, I should have a pretty good entourage come August when I hit the strip. If only I cound convince my grandparents to bump one of their regular Vegas visits to coincide with mine, although vodka, lapdances and geriatrics probably aren't the best mix.

We did some shopping for the house later on. Nick-nacks and what-nots mainly. We finally got dinner at a restaurant that had eluded us since arriving, and it was pretty good, so that was alright. Hit the AMC for week 2 of the summer movie season. Poseidon was good, if not predictable, but better than my low expectations. I scored a free pass to a Zach Braff movie from a man that looked quite homeless, but was probably just uber fasionable. I wish Sartinsky were out here, I'm sure he'd be joining me on Monday night.