You know you're from Los Angeles When...
You’re driving on the 101 and see a clear cut definition of where the smog begins and ends.
You go to the beach and see that real lifeguards actually do look like the lifeguards from Baywatch.
You begin to “lie” to your friends about where you are (i.e. “Yeah I’m like 20 minutes away”) when you know that it’ll take you at least an hour to get there).
You eat a different ethnic food for every meal.
You look around at the nice cars around you during traffic, thinking it’ll be your favorite Laker or WB star.
You know it’s best not to be on the 405 at 4:05 pm.
Getting anywhere from point A to point B, no matter what the distance, takes about “twenty minutes”.
You’ve inadvertently learned Spanish.
You know what “sigalert”, “PCH”, and “the five” mean.
Your TV show is interrupted by a police chase.
You know someone named Freedom, Rainbow, Persephone or Destiny.
You think that Venice is a beach.
You drive next to a Rolls Royce and don’t notice.
Calling your neighbors requires knowing their area code.
You have a favorite Thai restaurant.
When giving directions , you follow up with the phrase: “With/Without traffic.”
It is not unusual for your waitress at a restaurant to have blue streaked hair, a dragon tattoo and tounge piercing.
Walking out of Jamba Juice, you see that a movie is being shot on-location across the street.
You have to yell at your bank teller through a 2 inch thick wall of plexi-glass.
You know that not everyone in Beverly Hills is a millionaire.
The guy at 8:30 in the morning at Starbucks wearing the baseball cap and sunglasses who looks like George Clooney IS George Clooney.
It’s sprinkling and there’s a report on every news station about “STORM WATCH ‘99″
1 comment:
Amen to the michigan stuff, sister! The LA stuff.. that's interesting. I'm glad it's you and not me...
But I do miss the hell out of you.
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