Leah and I wake up at the ass crack of dawn and are wisked away to JFK by the ever vigilant cousin Lew. Upon our arrival at LAX we grab a ride over to our rental car service. We booked the cheapest thing they offered but were bumped up to a hideous, green Dodge Magnum. I convince Leah we should spring for the GPS for an extra $10 a day. She ends up loving it since it gets us where we need to go without much fuss. Since Leah did all the planning, I volunteer to drive for the entire trip which oddly enough I really enjoyed.
Next we hit the streets and head over to the strip to get tickets for the band Morningwood who is playing at the Roxy on Wednesday. After eating tacos and downing some coffee, we notice that the people eating at all the little sidewalk cafes are giving us the eye. We attribute that to the fact that we were the only people walking on the strip who weren't total degenerates. The only other person on the sidewalk is a guy who looks like Axl Rose with a skanky rash all over his arms and is pissing on a telephone booth you're not in good company.
Since we wanted to avoid the legendary LA rush hour traffic we head over to my brother Dana and Lisa's place in Ladera Ranch. We arrive early and get a chance to chill in a little park. Dana and Lisa take us out for Mexican food in Laguna Beach. After many tacos and margaritas we walk across the street and dip our feet in the Pacific Ocean. After that we went back to crash in Dana's soon to be bad-ass home theater room.
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