I survived another lackluster sweaty Sunset Junction street fair. Did I mention this one should have been called the Gentrification Festival? Looks like Myspace hosted a rave dance party full of hip white kids. Sure the margaritas helped dull the $15 entrance fee- but it did nothing to assist with the awkward encounters with people from my past. I had fun hanging out with my girl friends and watching the VICE fashion don'ts parade by.
This is Britt showing off her awesome big rip- after one margarita
here's the zipper in it's swirling lights of glory. This ride, no matter where it may be found- from Ohio to Calif- has some sketchy memories. My favorite story of the Zipper however is GP's Chicago version- where some girl offered to do anything he wanted (8th grade) as long as he would ride it with her- he declined and remained virginal til many years later.
Later- I went to get Viv at the airport and then to hang out with Uncle Lou on the west side. He invited us up for a glass of "burgandy" which we discovered translates to vinegar sugar water warm in a glass. He told us great stories and treated us to a fine meal at NORMS family diner. I guess it's true what they say about 97 year old men knowing how to win the ladies over.