While poking around and window shopping, I was approached by a man with a clipboard offering me free tickets to a comedy show. I told him that I was leaving soon but thanks anyway, and he said the comedy show was going on right now. He then asked me if I had seen the most recent video by the band Cake for their song Short Skirt, Long Jacket. I had, and he said that he is the guy in the beginning who really likes the music (for those of you who have not seen the video, it features shots of people listening to the song on headphones and giving their opinion on it), and I recognized him. He told me that the show was a benefit for his new “Choke-A-Negro” foundation that he hopes will be more fruitful than last year’s S.O.B.A., or, Save Our Black Asses foundation, which didn’t do so well. He asked me to take a picture of me with my hands around his neck for the Choke-A-Negro fund, which he hopes will be all over the internet soon. I called Dale over to take the picture for us, and he exclaimed, “Two white women built like black women! I can get down with you. I’m tired of all of the Moniquas and Shaniquas. I need me an Allison.” He asked for a donation, which I was happy to provide.
Things got a little weird after he asked me where I lived. Upon telling him that I’m from DC, he said “you know why black cities are always next to water?” Expecting a punchline, I asked why and he answered, “So they can hide all of the dead bodies,” and gave me the name of a book I should read on that topic. I took that as my cue to move along.
We strolled around for a while and then decided to get a margarita. VJ’s roommate Ed, a local, knew of a hotel that has a rooftop restaurant that overlooks the ocean. The four of us sat at a table by the window which, as promised, had a gorgeous view of the whole of LA, from the ocean all the way back to the mountains. We could see everything. We took full advantage of their free munchie appetizer buffet, and three pitchers of frozen margaritas later, we headed back outside for the Pier.