That's So LA...

So I have a feeling that LA is going to be like that guy who sort of disgusts and annoys you the first couple times you hang out with him but with time you discover he is multifaceted and charming (no E this is not a veiled insult towards you).

I live in Westwood so I can avoid driving as much as possible. It's next to a park that is usually filled with multilingual children and harmless bearded wanderers. It's amazing what passes as a "luxury" apartment in this neighborhood. Not that my place isn't nice; I really like it. But luxury is a stretch. It's half the size of my studio in Pittsburgh for twice the rent. Honestly, I like the idea of living in a small space. It forces one to be more ascetic. 

The upper part of Westwood is like a cooler version of the college town, with noodle bars and indie theaters and the requisite Urban Outfitters. Going south a bit on Westwood Boulevard, one enters the neighborhood known as Little Persia. There have been some demonstrations here mirroring the uprising in Tehran. There is a store selling Persian ice cream which I am interested in but haven't tried yet. 

Monday and Tuesday my co-interns are doing ACLS. Since I am already certified, I'm going to Magic Mountain and The Getty instead (not that I couldn't use the refresher...).