Eat hay (Francesca force-fed me this Ezekiel sprouted-whatever bread, which I only made vaguely palatable by loading it up with peanut butter, bananas and honey) …
Drink ten-dollar juices that include things like wheatgrass (we all know how I feel about juicing…but – as much as I hate to admit it – this was actually pretty delicious) …
Order fancy coffees at The Village Idiot while you wait for your piercing appointment …
Go get these (honey rolls at Katsu-ya that are the best thing IN THE WORLD) twice within 24 hours …
And hit up the pool.
Oh my.
Other than the hay-eating, I forgot how all sorts of good L.A. can be.
(…Maybe a move back West is in the cards?)
