Written on Friday Night
Saturday, August 16, 2:08 AM
A letter from myself.
Hey -,
First day in LA. I had a great time, we left at 4am. Last night the salted plums (xi muoi) and the Olympics kept me up. For the few hours of sleep I had, I enjoyed every minute of it. I convince my Aunt Phuong and Uncle Loi to make a detour to UCLA. Yay, go Bruins! I loved being on campus. It's huge, and the buildings were beautifully built. There wasn't too much trash, the grass looks green and nice to sit on. My cousins and I got silly, we posed to photos and bumbled through campus as the tour groups stared at us. The students didn't mind so much, they were pretty friendly with us. I bought school supplies and UCLA-logo merchandise at the student store. Sure, I looked suspicious, but it was all in good fun. I was able to access the internet at this booth when a student forgot to log out. Checked my email, -oh my- what a bunch to read. A student fair was going on, tents were set up the moment I turned to look away.
Three hours away from check-in. We browsed through the homes of Beverley Hills, I felt disorientated. Out of place, I didn't feel like looking at other people's house. It felt super-stalkery. How fun can that be? I hopped out of the car, unto the Walk of Fame. Really is isn't much. The Chinese Theater, handprints and footprints. The cosplayers (um, what do you call them?), impersonators of celebrities and movie characters made the boulevard more alive. There were some pretty women dressed up as she-warriors, street performers, and "Holy Smokes it's Batman" trio of fat Batman, okay Joker and a playboy Robin. I disliked Robin, he grabbed my hand, kissed it and asked for my number. What a perv.
We checked in at Ayres Inn. We watched TV in the hotel room while waiting for Elena and her mother(Aunt Nhan) to meet up with us. We ate at an Asian-fusion seafood restaurant. The waiter took our order, and we spent time talking about the wedding our family friend was having. At first, the maitre d' brought ut a small dish for us. I though it was a flimsy excuse of a meal, but I judged too quickly. A whole line of waiters came to our table and presented us with our entire order within 5 minutes. There was simply too much to eat, and barely enough room on our tables to place all our dinnerware. We took doggy bags home, about five of them.
Downtown Disney was our next stop. Our family friend's wedding ended. We came too late, but there was still an afterparty at Iago's. I think it was mainly an adult's party though. My boring Aunt Nhan insisted we come, I felt like going back to the hotel room. In correction, maybe it would've been me who was the boring on this night. My feet hurt, I wasn't wearing the right shoes. Vans are starting to suck so badly, I have no balance in them either. Shoe shopping time (as well as new pretty luggage bag time)! We swam tonight, and are planning to hit the pool again tomorrow. No San Diego zoo I'm hoping. I'm really looking forward to going to by myself this weekend. 
