Lost in L.A.

So I was feeling a little sorry for myself this evening. Sat at the hotel bar, contemplating life. 

I have had a strange feeling of unfulfilment while being out here in Los Angeles. Maybe a byproduct of the ironically named city?

I don't know.

I sit there listening to the guy from new York on my right being rude...

The group of guys from Germany talk about work.

There is a new barmaid tonight, Maria.

She feels sorry for me sitting on my own at the bar and initiates a conversation.

Where are you from. Why are you here. Same old!

She asks me when I leave. Tomorrow.

What are you doing till you leave? I don't know.

Now I feel sorry for her, why did she do this to herself?

Anyway, I say;

What should I see before I go?

She gives me the tourist answers, Hollywood, downtown etc.

I'm like, not interested. 

Any food places?

Her face lights up, Maria is a huge foodie, and loves the food the city has to offer. 

She asks what I'm into.

Anything but fish.

We start talking food tv shows.

Conversation drags on a little longer.

Now her face really lights up!

John here is what you must do, right now. You know kogi taco?

Of course I do. I'm not some uncultured swine!

She tells me about this small underground place called alibi that no tourist knows about that has a kogi kitchen!

I grab an uber and 30 minutes later I arrive, residential street, unmarked black building. I hear chatter and laughter.

Walk in. Everyone is fancy as fuck, you can tell that valley money speaks here.

I'm in shorts and a $5 hat. 

Sit by the bar.

Rum and 3 tacos.

They arrive.

And with my first bite, I am enlightened.

Chunky rough cut salad, ribs, salsa.

I can't stop smiling- now people are 100% looking at me. Don't care.

Sometimes it's really tempting to wallow in self pity. Snap yourself out of it.

Take action and be the change you need.

Start right now!