Rothko is truly delicious. Perfectly crusty fresh bread, blackberry and apricot jam with Blue Bottle Coffee. I like art I can eat. (at San Francisco Museum of Modern Art)
I move to San Francisco in four days. I wanted to do it up big before I left. I wanted to have one last hurrah in every corner of LA. From the beaches to the hills, the tacos to the spicy tuna rolls. But instead I’m sick, going on three days in bed. So now I just want to get the hell out of here. The next time I’m sick I’ll literally be able to have my mommy come take care of me, or a bevy of friends within walking distance. I wanted one last hurrah, but instead of planning it, I’ll just have to look back at the last time I went for sushi with the girls and remember it more fondly. Who likes goodbyes anyway? I think this is what they call growing up.