On my way out of town, I met this fun person at an improv show I was doing.
He came over to get my bookcase (since I was getting rid of tons of stuff), and while he was there, he asked if I wanted to go get dinner.
I didn’t really super have time for dinner. I looked at stuff strewn about the room, and the clock – knowing I had to fly out that night.
But going to In-N-Out was on my list of LA stuff to do. (How have I not done such basic stuff in 5 or so years of living there?)
So, we took a ride to In-N-Out. It was farther than we both thought. (Where are all the downtown In-N-Outs, yo?) And of course LA traffic was pretty much killing us with out crunched time.
But we survived and went through the drive through. We tried it all – a grilled cheese sandwich for me, a shake, and the fries.
I don’t know if I was just all hopped up on excitement, but i liked it! I’d been to In-N-Out once before I moved to LA and didn’t like it. I complained about the “California sauce.” But this time, I liked it!
He sped me home, I ran to get my stuff, and I rode off into the sunset for New York City.