My first night in LA was highlighted by not having enough room in Gisel's car for my ski bag so we had to cruise around with it sticking out of the skylight. For some reason she was surprised to find out that I was hungry and stunned to discover that I didn't take food and water on the plane. This I felt was not my fault but her's being that she is aunt uber traveler and thus it is her responsibility to teach me such things.
Later I nearly met Gizzy's neighbor and her dog up close and personal, i.e. I almost plowed over them with my skateboard as they were stepping out of the condo. All I heard was a gasp and a yelp as I zipped passed them within arms reach. By the time the lady gathered herself I was long gone, and her disapproving words were indistinguishable above the wind blowing past my face.
Note: It was Gizzy's idea for me to start this blog and thus insisted on naming the first post.
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