Lauren and I woke up feeling surprisingly spry considering what we'd put our bodies through the night before.
Doug was still in town and able to join us for breakfast and Gerald suggested
Urth, a fantastic farm-to-table brunch joint. The food took forever but it was delicious and well worth the wait. From Urth, we headed to
Far Bar (it was almost noon). After a few mimosas, and a hefeweizen or two we got the check and headed--with Doug in tow--back to the Standard Hotel. On the weekends there's a line down the street to get into the Standard Hotel's rooftop pool but the ground floor bar goes largely overlooked. The four of us filled a table on the outdoor patio and ordered a round of strawberry Moscow Muel's.
By 4pm we had to give Doug up to his wife but Gerald, Lauren and I kept going strong. We drove to Santa Monica to fulfill the obligatory Los Angeles beach-trip requirement. From there we headed back to Gerald's flat to rest up a bit before dinner.
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| As much as I tease Gerald about blowing FB up with pictures of his view, I have to admit, it is pretty nice! |
For dinner, Gerald had planned something really special--the grand finale--so to speak, of what had already been a whirlwind dining and drinking experience. At 8pm we had reservations at the Beverly Hills
Crustaceans! After a brief nap, Lauren and I decked out in the nicest clothes we had with us (hoping that we would be allowed entry at such a fancy establishment). The restaurant was every bit as swanky as I had anticipated and the food was even better!
-Dan
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