Duckfeet

I love my neighborhood. Right now, there are sparkly men in hotpants just marching their way down my street and I can hear singing and cheering from my window. Sure, I am in my room with soggy hair in a bathrobe after a post-work out shower, but it delights me that my neighborhood is swelling with gay pride...and bi pride...and trans pride. Pride for everyone!

This is a nice break from the media circus that erupted when Paris Hilton was released from jail and subsequently yanked back in by a pissed off judge. Doesn't everyone know that you don't go against a judge's orders? Come on, Sheriff Baca, even I knew that. Plus, after my 2 quarters of my masters program, if Paris is suicidally depressed, a stay in her own bed and a cupcake isn't gonna fix it (that's a big statement coming from a cupcake enthusiast). Mainly, my interest in this whole stupid debacle is that fact that I have been losing sleep due to the sound of helicopters buzzing around my neighborhood. Fine, I get it, Paris Hilton lives right up the street but that doesn't mean I want my walls to vibrate at 8am. I'm just glad she's back in jail so I can get some rest.

Now that I am on a brief break from school, I've been going on adventures. My favorite one lately was an early afternoon stop to the Treat Street roving Silverlake bakery. I had my very first praline and it was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. Check out their blog... Treat Street.

I've also realized that I have a few favorite homeless people in LA. This sounds strange and condescending at first but there are a few people that stick around in the same spots and become a part of the local scenery. For instance, I love the 80's acid-washed finger-in-a-light-socket-hair guy that is frequently on the payphone at La Cienega and Santa Monica Blvd. His leg scarves are hilarious and his outfits have become increasingly ridiculous. There is also the Roller-skating Dance Star on Robertson between 3rd and Burton Way. He is often found wearing lyrca with his hair in a ponytail and he shakes his booty to his boombox. Sometimes when he needs a change of pace, he skates in circles around the nearby gas station. What's not to love?