No Sunset

I drove out to Santa Monica this evening and walked along the beach. It's been unusually overcast lately, and it was too cloudy to see the sun set, which is what I had hoped to see. Still, I wouldn't have wanted to come all the way out here and not see the ocean. The beach is far less rocky here than it is down around Laguna Beach, where I scraped my leg pretty bad a couple of trips ago.

It's quieter at night, of course, though there were still plenty of joggers, bicyclists, skaters, and volleyball players. It's easy to imagine the crowds that must descend during the day, on the weekends. I'm glad I went at night, though; it's easier to think when your attention isn't being pulled in a dozen different directions.

I saw the Hotel California. I don't know what the big deal is, as there were several exits clearly marked.

I amused myself by imagining the beach populated with villages and creatures from World of Warcraft, which was good for a chuckle. It would be better with trolls, mon. Then I imagined the beach devoid of any human presence whatsoever, untouched and unpopulated, and it's a hell of a thought, that beach just extending on forever. And then I thought, "Damn, man. Spend a few days out here and I turn into a hippie."

As I was getting ready to leave the beach, I heard someone playing blues guitar, so I had to turn around. I met Bo J and Lawrence and hung out with them for a bit, listening to Bo play the guitar and sing. The old man could play, too, that's for certain.


So that's my night.