HELICOPTERS OVER PERSHING SQUARE
The evening rush in my downtown neighborhood is bad enough on ordinary days, but with a number of lanes in the heart of the jewelry district closed to vehicular traffic, the streets had turned into virtual parking lots. Still, I figured I just needed to be patient and presently I would be home. Complacent fool me, I had forgotten my own dictum: "Everything costs more, takes longer and hurts worse than you thought". As I approached my building I found the street was closed off at both ends of the very block I needed to access in order to enter the garage. As there are hundreds of residents who park in the building, I imagine there was many a disgusted curse pronounced in the direction of City Hall Tuesday evening. Anyhow, I decided the best thing to do was to get out of downtown, have a leisurely dinner elsewhere -- taking as long as possible -- and come back after a few hours. Which is how I ended up in a Mexican diner in Hollywood at 8:00 PM.
In the end, the evening worked out all right. The food was delicious, and while I was making inroads on my chile relleno a young woman came in who had an interesting tattoo on her calf -- in addition, I'm certain, to others that were not visible, as well as piercings other than the one through her nasal septum. Naturally I had to ask for permission to photograph it, which she was happy to give.