You know, it never occurred to me until about a week ago that I had never really experienced a spring break. Ever. I mean, I'd certainly had them, since I was in school and all. But I was always working, and never really did anything special for them. No trips to Cancun, no massive parties, nothing. I probably did some fun stuff here and there, but nothing leaps out as memorable. Alright, I guess maybe my freshman year spring break was pretty cool, but I'm not going to write about that here.
But that's the great thing about being back in grad school, right? You can pretend you're back in college again (because, really, you sort of are) and relive all the stuff you never got to do the first time 'round. Which, in retrospect, basically just means getting drunk. A lot.
My friend C decided to come down and visit for our shared spring break, so we spent a week bumming around LA. Mostly just site-seeing and bar-hopping, so nothing that would interest you that much. That being said, a few observations:
* I found a dive bar in Hollywood! Right next to the Walk of Stars! Mind you, a dive bar means that a Long Island costs $8, but that makes me kind of happy. On entering, the bouncer asked if we were cops. Apparently, that's more efficient than actually checking our IDs. Even better, though: It's Danny Boneduce's bar! Halfway through the evening, Danny walked in to the bar, much to my friend J's delight, and ordered a rather ridiculous amount of liquor. Coincidentally, my friend L tells me that he attends AA meetings at the theater where she works...
* If your friend has a tendency towards motion sickness and is drunk off of her ass, it would behoove you to not take her on a jaunt down Mullholland Drive.
* Did you know they're filming a Land of the Lost adaptation? Well, you do now. If you watch it (why wouldn't you?), watch for a scene where a bunch of kids run around screaming in the La Brea tarpits. If you look very closely in the background, you should see some very frustrated techies trying vainly to shoo a pair of 20-somethings off set. Apparently, film crews don't like it when random nerds crash the set trying to figure out what the hell they're filming.
* If you want to go out to karaoke in LA (BYOB karaoke! OMG!), make sure you start early. They close at 3:00 AM on weeknights, and it would be a shame if you only got in 6 hours straight of karaoke, like we did. We tried frantically motioning to the clerk that we wanted one more hour, but apparently there's only so much leeway they're willing to extend to a group that persists on dumping booze all over their songlists.
* Security at Disneyland is lax. Make sure you wrap your flask up in a sweatshirt, and they'll never find it. That way, you too can experience Space Mountain drunk off your ass. It's surprisingly more fun that way.
* Addendum to previous bullet point. Most rollercoasters have cameras on them that take your picture while you ride, which you can buy afterward for a ridiculous sum. If you and everyone else in your car makes coordinated, obscene gestures at said cameras, Disney will thoughtfully censor your pictures and not allow you to buy them. Try it!
* Joshua Tree National Park is gorgeous. The hiking is fantastic, camping is neat, and the scenery is amazing. Also, there are a lot of nifty secluded places where other people can't find you.
While drunkenly stumbling around Hollywood at midnight, we stumbled upon the footprints of a couple of my youthful heroes.
My friend L and I, having found a largish Joshua tree.
A Joshua tree by night.