Day 4. All self inflected but a hard start never the less.

Ready for day four of LA were the first thoughts that rushed into my mind when I came too.  The answer was a resounding NO! My glazed eyes and fuzzy head entered a World of pain and the hangover kicked in. As I imagined about bacon sandwiches and a quilt day Tris came in. I managed to talk him out of the gym and his Nazi regime and we decided to go food shopping. I was starving, starving beyond belief. As we rocked up to the Supermarket I got more and more excited at the prospect of buying all sorts of foreign treats, the kind that are high in sugar and all the bad fats. I picked up Krave chocolate cereal, piled in the peanut snickers, grabbed 4 litres of 7UP for $1.20 (or a buck twenty...or even £1) and then came across the king of all snacks. Cookie dough unlike the prepaid powder we get at home? That had proved too much work here and some machine had already done the hard work for you. All you do is slice the amount you want and bake for 14 minutes. Dear god I thought moving about moving here straight away.

And then it hit me. I needed shower gel and toothpaste. This summed it up, I was looking at a whole aisle dedicated to Shampoo! Names such as ‘Elite’, ‘Maxim’, ‘Steele’ and ‘Power Up’. I wanted basic Lynx, Lynx Java or Vodoo (partridge quote) or Dove. They’re the two choices in England. And then I realised there is too much choice. I was inundated with all these superficial things that gave the world on the outside but you didn’t really know or understand what was on the inside. So I picked the cheapest thing I could find with the least in your face advertising and made do. I looked down at my shopping sobbered by this new philosophy hanging over me. Even the Mangos were crap...

Still I kept the cookie dough and here it is!

After that a nap was in order. Then Tris promised something of true delights, Jamba Juice. The Mecca of all blended fruits, berries and healthiness. ‘What a dull place’ I contaughted. ‘give me the Peanut butter and double chocolate one’ as the girl just understood my English accent she was also taken back with such an order like I’d just asked for a heart attack in a cup...an XXL cup. Confused I drank it all very quickly and then we went across the road for a beer. I learnt that the main shopping and bars is on Third Street. As the sun set we strolled down to the beach with at least a metre apart from each other. (Tris has been over here alot longer than I have)! The beach is just how you see it in Baywatch, the sand goes on for miles and coastline is just as deep. A pretty relaxed day, but after such a hangover it was just what I needed. On reflection I blame that dirty little pikey taking my chips.

Lesson learnt- don’t over indulge just because everything about it seems good. Its what’s on the inside that counts...(a bit deep).