hello lamppost

 

listening to
air conditioning
brrr

eating
maximum strength Tylenol
ooh, these have the sugar coating… mmm…

obsessed with
packing
viva las vegas

 

 

I got my tax refund last week.

I decided I’d treat myself to a tournament. This tournament was in Orange County, which was a little ways from where I lived, but still accessible by bus. The tournament started at noon which meant I wanted to get to the pool hall by 11:00 a.m.

So, I was up at 6:30 a.m., put all my things in order in a leisurely fashion, and then headed out to the bus stop up the block. At 7:58 a.m., the Rapid Bus #720 arrived. These buses run on compressed natural gas which is better for the environment. Each bus holds up to 100 passengers.

I paid $5 for a Day Pass, which would allow me to ride any bus within the Los Angeles MTA system until 3 a.m. the next morning. There are LCD televisions on these buses now that show news headlines, weather reports, and the occasional quirky documentary on skateboarding, cooking, etc.

 

Here are some of the districts I pass through while riding this bus.

Westwood is home to UCLA and the Wilshire Corridor is a stretch of highrise luxury condominiums. I once saw a crane lifting a grand piano up to the window of a condominium on the 20th or so floor of one of these buildings.

Rodeo Drive is… Rodeo Drive. Beverly hills has banners on the lightposts along the major streets encouraging people to “Live in Beverly Hills”, “Play in Beverly Hills”, and “Eat in Beverly Hills”. Umm. Okay. Give me money first. Thanks. Otherwise, there’s a banner for me that says, “GTFO of Beverly Hills”.

This 99-Cent Only store is the best-performing store in the chain in the country. Figures that it’s right outside of Beverly Hills. Johnie’s Coffee Shop Restaurant is closed nowadays, but available for filming.

Now we pass LACMA. This is an exhibition of vintage lampposts from all over Los Angeles assembled together. At night, they are all lit up and it is very fun to walk through!

The infamous tar pits. I can hear the screams of dying mastodons, can’t you?

Hancock Park is a quiet neighborhood of large, stately homes featuring at least four to five bathrooms apiece. Any less and you are voted out of the area. At Wilshire & Western, the beat of construction goes on as more highrise condominiums are built.

There is a stretch along Wilshire that features several large churches and synagogues. When you reach Koreatown, you’ll notice numerous signs indicating either billiards, pool, or both in the countless two-story strip malls.

Wilshire & Vermont is an example of more of these residential + commercial complexes being built. In the center of this complex is the entrance to the underground Red Line subway/light rail. The construction at Wilshire & Western seen earlier will probably follow this example, as Wilshire & Western is also a stop along the Red Line.

The Westlake area features buildings from the 1920s, such as these residential hotels.

On the right, you can see the lowering of property value from a few block ago — you can rent offices in this building for just $140 a month.

Downtown Los Angeles! Awesome! The white trucks you see in the photo and the cones lining the street indicate that filming is taking place. On the right, we have the usual skyscrapers. You’ve already seen these in movies.

This is Broadway Street. I get off the #720 here and walk a block south to Seventh. You can see more evidence of the architecture of days gone by in these old theaters, most of which have been converted to retail stores or swap meets.

This is where I wait for the #60. While I was waiting, there was a well-dressed woman yelling EXTREMELY loudly in Spanish who every so often would tap on a tambourine. I listened for a while and then realized she was preaching about the end of the world. Then, my bus came and I had to ride away, unrepentant and unconverted.

I did not take any pictures while riding to the Greyhound station because I wanted to make it there alive.

And here we are — the Los Angeles Greyhound station at 9:15 a.m. Yippee! I had to take Greyhound to Anaheim because, on the weekends, there were no connecting public buses from Los Angeles to Orange County.

The automated ticket kiosk was broken — it would only show two screens and both those screens were in French. So, I had to wait in line to pick up my ticket. While I was waiting in line, a fight broke out between the guy with the white cowboy hat and another guy who cut in line. It was short, but spectacular. No serious injuries, and the line-cutter was removed from the premises.

Each of these doors is a “gate”. This Greyhound station has fourteen gates, which is a pretty good size. San Francisco’s has six, and the station I’ve been to with the most gates by far is Chicago. I think the Chicago station had maybe thirty gates or more.

The smallest Greyhound station I’ve ever been to looked almost like a large dog house or a minature one-room house. It had a sign that indicated a lawyer also had his office space in this tiny place and it was also a convenience store. The lawyer was the person who sold the Greyhound tickets — he was a multitasker. I bought a pack of Hostess Ho-Hos from him. A few miles later, I noticed the expiration date on the snacks was three years ago. Oh well. I had already eaten one and it tasted all right. Viva la preservatives!

The bus loads up at 10:00 a.m. Forty minutes of freeways later, I hopped off at the Anaheim Greyhound station, which is a small station — one gate only. The time was 10:50 a.m., and I spoiled myself by taking a cab to the pool room. Normally, if the distance is around three miles from the Greyhound to wherever I’m going, I’ll walk. But, I had to be on time today.

I had a lot of fun at the tournament although I did not play particularly well.

I was knocked out of the tournament at 6:30 p.m. After a drink with my friends, I took a cab ride back to the Greyhound station and took the 8:10 p.m. bus back to Los Angeles. At 11:00 p.m., I was back home, and at 11:30 p.m., I was snoozing away, dreaming of greatness.

🙂

 

even psycho bitches need some R&R