And we're out. Last day in LA, better make it a good one. After a lunch meeting at Umami Burger with producer Susan Applegate and director Syd Garon (who did the seminal Q-Bert mind freak Wave Twisters) - watch out for our N.A.S.A video with Lorna Lavelle and Calma! - it was a quick drop into Wacko books (picked up a nice Bukowski illustrated by Robert Crumb zine - I am in LA after all) before Erin rolled by and we chiiilled down at Santa Monica Pier.
LuckyMe.
Jokes.
It was then onto the suitably incredible last dinner of Los Angeles at the legendary Boat House in Alhambra. A Cajun boiled seafood spot where it's no plate, no cutlery, just long table and pounds and pounds of sparkling fresh seafood, steamed in the bag with the house hot sauce, garlic and butter. Boiling Crab? Whatever. It's crustacean carnage, and as Devin put it... an experience. Started with a dozen beautifully plump oysters, onto the mains of bags of clams, shrimp and crawfish with sweet potato fries and a pitcher of Bud Light. What else could be so American? Monday Margaritas at the fabled Cha Cha Lounge? And we're blissed-out. Thank you to the whole LA family.
Crustacean carnage.
Jim Jamz. Watch out for this dude on IMDB.
Pirates fo life.
LA - NYC. The in-house club on Virgin America.
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