(Another iPhone wallpaper)

A way to describe Los Angeles living is probably bubbles.  We wake up in our home bubble, we travel in a car bubble, we go to school/work bubble, get into the car bubble...and so on.  There was very little interaction with outsiders.  Not that I am an extrovert, but in Taiwan the etiquette is not to disturb people who are strangers; however, I like to invade people's huge invisible wall and talk to strangers.  It's funny to watch people startle slightly when I ask for time or direction when they are not expecting to be talked to.  This type of action is quite impossible to perform in Los Angeles and may be dangerous.

At least this is what I thought...
Last night I was across the street from the Vista Theater on Sunset, waiting for snowjunky8 to arrive.  I started talking to a nice girl standing next to me, asking her about Silver Lake and we had a nice conversation.  I didn't feel like I was bothering her at all.  This is just one of a few experiences I had in Silver Lake, and I really enjoyed that.  I wonder if I should have moved there earlier...  It kind of makes me wonder if there were any more of these pleasant neighborhoods that I am missing out on down in LA.  I have also realized I don't think it's right to write off LA as "one-type-of-city." (As in...LA is superficial, conclave, segregated neighborhood, and etc)  There is still plenty to see out here, and I hope to come back and visit other parts I frequent less before.

Now that I am heading up to SF, I hope I don't make the mistake as I did again.  Good bye LA, for the past 7 years of my life.  If my life were a school year, I guess I had a really great summer in Los Angeles.

So there was this small band (according to my friends) called Fall Out Boy playing on Santa Monica Pier on Thursday night and I dragged my friends along.  Both of them don't recognize the name until they started playing certain songs.


If you didn't recognize this dog, it's by Victoria Secret.  They were hosting the show, so I had to tell my friends that I was going because I needed something for my drag days to convince them why I would want to go.



The event was called Pinkapalooza, and apparently there was some kind of UCLA-USC rivalry going on there...



The only picture that has all of us in it...
It's really difficult to take a self picture with the iPhone...



Of course, the pink phallic symbol!



This beach ball was gigantic if you couldn't tell...
the diameter is about 6 feet long...  It was fun for a minute, but some aggressive Santa Monicans trashed the ball within minutes...
(more on aggression at the concert later...)



So finally the concert started exactly on 9!  Explosion of flashes!
There were waves and waves of digital cameras, cellphones, and other recording devices raised into midair...
The way we do things has drastically changed within the past 5 years...



So the concert started mellow, most people aren't too excited.  The crowd was quite mixed...
A good number of people from teenagers to 50's were there.  I've never seen such a crowd for these kind of concerts.  I'd think most of them would be college students, but no so.  The elders were excited about the concert as well.

Then things got a little out of hand when some kinds started a mush pit.  They were trying to body surf some guy who apparently didn't want it, and it generated a lot of animosity.  A fight almost broke out.  It was not a fun mush pit.  Towards the end, I started seeing veins popping out of everyone's forehead...  The smile was gone, and everyone who was in it were aimed to maim...
Thank goodness we didn't see blood.

Another thing happened during the concert is we saw a kid throwing up all over a girl standing next to her...  Of course we took this opportunity to push forward towards the stage...

At the end of the concert, people were just flinging random stuff into the air, and a water bottle crashed on top of my friend's head...
It was her first US rock concert, and I think this would be quite memorable to her.



After that we just fed my other friend to the dog and went home.