Holy hell.
You would think they were giving away free Chanel bags at Neiman Marcus with all of the foolish traffic in this city.
Not fun.
I went to every place in Los Angeles before 11 AM trying to find a way over the hill.
I was not in the best mood since I was hungover.
My cousin PJ is in town so we gathered at the main family house in Pasadena.
What did it for me was some shot called a Washington Apple.
That sent me over the edge.
I ended up spilling the remnants of my vodka tonic on the table and wiping it up with sugar packets.
Time for me to seek treatment.
My hangover was cured by a nail oasis called Pampered Hands.
My friend Olivia introduced me and I can’t go anywhere else ever again.
Free massage, free boba, and great people watching.
Tonight I am venturing to Santa Monica.
I am hoping Pico will be my savior to fight the evil demon
called Los Angeles traffic.
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