Where have I been?

I know that there have not been any updates in a while. I blame this on Jordan Menashe's failed promise to update (calling you out sister because you really need to post asap). Also, the truth is the crew and I have way more fun than we can blog about. So don't be worried if I go a few days without posting. It just means I'm out and about joy riding through the SFV with my windows down, blasting 97.1 fm (commercial free Mondays, fuck yeah!) and heading out to the next dive or whatever. Just kidding, I have real responsibilities too.

Here's a brief run through of events since the last time I updated. In the past week my experiences in the San Fernando Valley and beyond have called for photo-shoots, a sturdy umbrella, and potentially a trip to the eye doctor for me. Seriously, check this out. 

Jesse and I stumbled on this bad boy as we were leaving our friend Emily's house in the valley. This was in the early hours of the morning, so when I first laid eyes on this giant...rooster, I honestly thought I was tripping out, or that I needed a serious pair of glasses. I was startled but mostly amused to see a giant cock in someone's front yard.  The best part is that there's also a cow and other various but equally creepy items scattered around in this yard. Although the owners still had their christmas decorations up (like many other SFV residents, tsk tsk) I'm guessing this is permanent decor. This might have been the oddest discovery we made during our trip that night, but our adventures did not stop there. Jordan, Jesse and I decided to stay up and see the sunrise over the valley. We drove to a park at the top of Reseda Blvd at about 5 am-ish ready with warm coats and a blanket. In between the hours of about 4 to 6 am, before everyone starts going to work, Reseda Blvd is almost completely empty. It's very quiet and pretty eerie. So Jesse and I decided to enjoy this street while we had it all to ourselves. It felt post-apocalyptic, in the sense that all of those fucking cars and cops and people yapping away on their cellphones were absent.  

So what would I do if all Valley residents suddenly disappearred in the middle of the night? Let me play it out for you this way. 

Here's a very empty Reseda Blvd. So...

...I would obviously have a seat in the middle of the street and bring my camera.....

.....and invite Jesse Durkin so we can sit around and talk about profound shit.

Eventually we met up with Jordan. The sun came up over the mountains and the rest is history - the kind of history captured through my small digital cam. Excuse the low quality, but enjoy the view. 

Post sunrise, park antics ensued.

Co-northoftheblvd-blogger.

Co-northoftheblvd-adventurer and potential blogger.

Future Indie Band Photos start now.

But seriously guys, lets go home cuz its freezing!

Go team.

To come: special romanian food edition, new amazing cafe I tried in the valley, and more adventures in the 'burbs. 

See you on the flip side, oh and for god's sake! Jordan Menashe - get on the blogging train right now!