Last night, I made the mistake of finishing an energy drink too close to bedtime. And by “bedtime”, I mean “one in the morning”, which was when I got home from Perversion. Sleep was spotty, at best.
It really didn’t help when I heard what sounded like gunshots at some point in the middle of the night. Two, to be exact. At least, I think they were gunshots – I have very little idea of what a gun actually sounds like outside of the movies. But given that I heard sirens shortly afterwards, I’m going with gunshots. If anyone actually knows what happened last night in Venice Beach, feel free to fill me in.
Of course, this comes two days after yet another conversation with my father, back up in BC, in which I explain that no, not everyone in L.A. runs around shooting each other. Every so often, I have to explain to Dad that I live in a neighborhood that is just fine, that it’s being regentrified, that there’s cops patrolling it and no one is getting capped. Usually, that’s pretty true. I’m hoping it still is, and that the shots were really firecrackers or something.
However, this weekend, I’ll be out of Venice and its (possible) shootings anyways. I’m going back up to my old stomping grounds in Seattle for the weekend. I didn’t realize it when I scheduled the trip, but it is actually Seafair weekend up there, featuring hydroplane races (NASCAR on the lake), and the Blue Angels (NASCAR in the sky) and the city’s attempts to sophisticate things up with concerts to make up for all those traditional noisy events. So have a great weekend everyone – and if you can find it, my parking spot in Venice is up for grabs over the next four days.