The day was a scorcher, a good 15 degrees hotter than normal, and I had no intentions of being out in the sun. I don't know what is going on. Is it Spring still? Or is it Summer already? It's not supposed to be like this! Not yet, anyways. I guess it's a sign of what's to come, weather-wise.
The pool was busier than a flower shop on Valentine's Day. People of all ages and sizes were out sun-bathing and splashing around in the water. It looked incredible. I really wanted to join them, but my day had other plans for me.
I decided to hop on my scooter and ride down Washington Blvd. to Venice Beach. I was all geared up for my ride in my Reef sandals, t-shirt and beach shorts. Now, I love regular motorcycles, but you can't really ride them like you can with my little Yamaha Zuma. That little bike is the best purchase I have made in a long time. I was zooming through all the traffic that comes along with the hustle and bustle of West L.A.
The beach was alive with people. Short one, fat ones, tall ones, and skinny ones. Rich ones, poor ones, young ones and old ones, too. Ah yes, this is Venice. I cruised up Pacific Ave. past all the dawdling cars looking for that jackpot parking spot. I could not for the life of me decide what to eat. I thought that the ride would help me decide, but so far, no luck. As I passed through the Windward Circle, I decided I wanted a really good burger. I instantly knew where I was going to go, Hinano's! The burgers there are with out a doubt delicious. So back down Pacific, I went.
As I parked my trusty moped in a tiny spot that would make even a Smart Car look big, I remembered I only had two bucks in my wallet. Typical. I would have to use my credit card. No big deal, right? Well actually, it is if I want Hinano's, since they don't accept them.
Ok. Time to reevaluate the situation. Where else could I go? "The nachos were good at Cabo Cantina," I thought to myself. Cabo Cantina, it is, then!
I walked up the sidewalk and had to cut through the line coming out the door of the Cow's End coffee-shop and went into Cabo. "I'll take the Patron Margarita, please," I said almost immediately. The waitress smiled and asked me if I wanted the Mega-Margarita. "What's that?" I asked her. Apparantly, it's a 36 ounce margarita for $18. I laughed and told her I would be fine with the regular one. It was quite the offer, but I had to refuse. I was just there to enjoy a bite to eat and yes, a cold drink on a hot day.
And enjoy it I did. The drink was good and strong. The burger, delicious. I had ordered the Tres Quesos burger and was very satisfied with it. I'm no food connoseur, but I know what I like. Good lettuce like that Romaine stuff, and a really fresh-looking red tomato with big grilled onions falling out the sides of it, I was in heaven when this burger arrived. Cheese and jalapenos were covering it all on this interesting bread roll. Lightly-seasoned steak fries, mmmm. I grubbed.
I was sitting outside, but I had completely forgotten how hot it was. My bike ride, margarita, and food all distracted me from the skyrocketting temperatures. So what did I do while I ate? I watched the people.
We are an interesting breed, humans. So many different types of people. So many different faces and body types. So many different personalities and identities. The possibilities are endless for us. We are all alike and yet completely unique. The world is a fascinating place and I am thankful to be a part of it.
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