for yesterevening's UCLA vs. OSU game
with a first-rate trio of lovely chums
to embolden our basketball champs in annihilating Beaver flesh that dared to threaten Bruin stomping grounds
whilst beholding in awe The Juggler's unforeseen resurrection
and pausing to pose with overt celebrity
before we were deafeningly hailed victorious, 65-56.
'Tis absolutely swell to be a Bruin (alumna).
as throngs of Angelenos flocked to Musicians Institute 
for Grammy U's incipient Open Mic Night, spotlighting swankified live performances by the music industry's most promising young stars,
of whom Jarell Perry is incontestably the foremost.
Particularly whence, amidst the interminable accolades of "You have a great voice," "I love your whole vibe," "You're right on the money," and "You're on your way," the most fitting constructive criticism the seasoned judges could muster up was "Your look is cool, but I was distracted by all the stuff in your pockets. You look like you're ready for stage from the waist up, but from there, you look like you just came from running errands."
Ain't no thang. Ain't no thang. 
'Twas a definitive privilege to rub shoulders with such talent-emanating folk within the choiciest cosmopolitan hotspot
that convivial chaps are taking by thunderous storm each and every day.
'Tis solely by God's grace that He is my joy (thanks be to Janice for el foto):
a placid sun-baked afternoontide
than to sift and scour 
for charm-oozing 
time-honored knick knacks
to further spiff up the LAbode.
The vivacious multi-hued storefronts were teeming with inquisitive onlookers
and we appended the multitude
to spectate the glittering 111th annual Golden Dragon Parade.
Its grandest gem was the Miss LA Chinatown float
featuring the one and only 1st Princess Janice Jann,
of whom we are the most fanatical fans as we witness her progressive route towards magnanimous superstardom.
The likes of public figures Congresswoman Judy Chu,
KNBC anchor Ted Chen,
and Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa did not parallel in comparison,
though the notorious leader of our dignified municipality approached the ball park with his notable witticisms:
and gallivanting to the City of Angels' premier epicenter for local organic fare the following morningtide to congregate with other farmers market enthusiasts.
Though we had our eyeballs riveted on the boundless rows of high-quality farm-fresh produce that aid in the betterment of our health,
we encountered a couple of young characters at the grassfed bison stall
who were profoundly mesmerized by my salmon-hued tights instead.
in the grand scheme of Saturday morningtides?
