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The Schumadleys.

Lauren, Brigitta, and Ryan.
In 'n Out

I'd had a craving for In 'n Out for awhile (probably about a year), which got stronger when I passed by an In 'n Out in San Ramon a week ago that smelled just like an In 'n Out smells (delicious). I finally got my fix when a bunch of cow-orkers made a trip for lunch on Friday. It was as good as I remembered.
Labels: Los Angeles
Los Angeles Commute, Part 2

Lest ye think my commute is all sunshine and beaches, this is one of my other options for the afternoon commute - the 405. Today, I went in to work early so I could leave early, but even leaving at 3:30 didn't help me much with the traffic on the 405.
Labels: Los Angeles
Los Angeles Commute, Part 1

I've been trying different routes to get home from Santa Monica to Manhattan Beach in the afternoons. I like this route - it isn't the fastest, but it is a lot easier on the eyes than the 405.
Labels: Los Angeles
In Loving Memory Of...

When I die, this is *exactly* how I want to be memorialized. I'll force some unlucky friend of mine to buy an '83 Oldsmobile and put a vinyl sticker with my name on it just like this one on the back window, then make them drive the car around LA.
Labels: Los Angeles
Ahh... traffic.

The city welcomes me back. Traffic on the 405.
Labels: Los Angeles
Bicko? Not quite...

My friend Jenna and I are on a quest to find Cafe Bicko-quality deep-dish Chicago style pizza in Los Angeles. This place wasn't bad (I forget the name), but it was no Bicko.
Labels: friends