si se puede! hola senores y sluts,

i guess all it took was for me to remind them who's in charge here and those blogger bitches got their shit right. :) i can now post pictures. well at least most of them.....

so i have totally missed all you hookers terribly during my week of hot vacay. actually, ive been too lazy and boracha all week to post shit. you know how it is....but the other day, i did pry myself away from my pool, my drink, and my hot book (the republic of east l.a., which i highly recommend) and did the absolute unthinkable! my good friend brian and i braved the los angeles public transportation system and made our way from the hot streets of Baldwin Park all the way to Union Station then to Boyle Heights then back to Downtown before finally heading home. Here is a rather short pictoral account, accompanied by a wordy retelling, of the whole day:

so after arriving into union station from baldwin park via metrolink, B and I had to figure out how to get from Union Park to the hot flautas restaurant Ciro's out in the Boyle Heights area.

We asked some firme old dude that was at the info desk at union station for some help.....the dude was way old, like way way old, and way way cranky. he told us we had to take the bus. my ass has never ever ever ever been on the bus in LA so i was like totally scared for a second. like, if you live here, especially if you've lived here all of your life, your ass should totally understand why the bus sounds scary. i got over it though and we hopped on the 68 on Caesar Chavez towards Boyle Heights.

We got on the bus and the bus was totally radder than i ever imagined. A way hot old Chicano dude with a cool hat and a feather got on it and started handing out some kind of old man flyer. Then a super awesome Veterano (in flannel, and sporting an authentic tres puntas tattoo) offered me his seat which was way hot. Also, hot middle aged ladies with giant asses were everywhere and cholas were talking shit on other cholas while one rubbed her big bald vato's back. The bus ruled.

Brian and i accidentally got off at the wrong street and wandered around for a while before we figured out we weren't where we were supposed to be. While we were wandering, however, we stopped a few people to ask them if we were on the right track. One of the sluts we stopped was the hottest bitch i've ever laid my eyes on. She was the true incarnation of the super hot "Sad Girl" and the super firme "Whispers" from Mi Vida Loca bred together. I fucking swear. she had "whispers'" yellow-orange hair, but the face and mcdonalds lovingness of "Sad Girl"....and she was pushing a stroller! when brian and i asked her where to go, she totally almost shanked us....but then she realized we were just a couple of dumb sluts and told us she didn't speak english. she was hot shit.
eventually we found Ciro's and i had a picture of that shit but blogger is being a pain in the ass and won't let me post it.

after we devoured our flautas, cervezas, avocado salsa and chips, and jamaica's we left and headed back towards Union Station so we could catch the Dash. On our way back, we saw this hot mural and decided to take a picture with it because we love la virgen.....

this is my ode to Tony M's hot blog:

we also made a quick stop at King Taco to get Brian an horchata. that bitch has no shame. we seriously stuffed our faces at Ciro's but whatever...after brian bought his horchata we decided to take a look inside the super old "Ramirez Pharmacy" on the corner of Soto and Caesar Chavez.

Brian had been doing research recently for a paper he's writing and came across an oral history recorded by the original owner of the Ramirez Pharmacy. That fool was one of the most prominent figures in the first chicano movement, heading the MAPA organization, among other things. We went inside and ended up meeting the old dude's nephew and son who now run the pharmacy. They were rad, and they totally loved us. Then they took a picture of our hotnesses for their upcoming website! it was totally the hottest. then we took pictures of the nephew cos the son dude had to get back to like telling people about wart cream and other important shit.

after talking to those two sluts for like an hour we got back on the 68 and got off at Union Station. Then we went to chinatown cos brian wanted me to buy a parasol because he really wanted one because inside him lives a southern belle. his stupid ass got shy though and made me buy one so his southern belle could live vicariously through my half asian ass.

some lame ass bitches were filming some kind of movie in chinatown that day and so we decided to crash their party by first perusing their craft services and then taking pictures in front of the storefronts in the area they were filming. for some reason, no one got mad at us and everyone was all hot to us. everyone totally got out the way for us. it was hot.

after i bought my hot child sized parasol and taking those hot pictures above we headed over to 727 gallery in downtown to look at some art exhibit about gay dudes. when we got there the gallery owner dude was all up on our shit and became our new bff. we didnt take pictures there cos it was hotter than a mofo and neither brian nor i even thought about our cameras. yeah, it was that hot (and i mean hot in the like proper sense - you know, like as in temperature). Anyways, that dude loved us and told us to come back and see him so we could hang out with Gronk, a hot avant garde Chicano artist from the 70's. Brian and I thought all of this was muy firme. I love getting my Chicano on even though im not mexican.

After the gallery brian and i were ready to go back home. It was already like 6pm and we'd been hanging with la gente for like 7 hours! We got back on the Dash and headed back to Union Station so we could catch the train home....

when we got to union station brian and i had like about 11 minutes before the train so we ran like bandidos to Traxx, threw back a cocktail and ran to the train. we barely made that shit. we felt hardcore. once on the train we realized how the people that take the train in the evening are way radder than the people that take the train at noon. everyone like knew each other and we ended up standing by a hot group of sluts playing dominoes and shit. they were hot.

we got back to baldwin park and then i went home and then i got drunk:

the end.  ¶ 12:04 AM