Weekend heartwarmers

materialized in the framework of an excursion to a neighboring flea market's debut,to which we were benevolently bequeathed VIP passes from the powers that bein exchange for an extensively disseminated publicity story to be deftly crafted by the dear media-savvy friend herself.
I am propelled to lament: 'tis not a flea rife with the envisioned bounty of time-honored knick knacks, as expectantly flaunted at my habitual haunts,
though I dare not wager that the LA Flea Market was wholly devoid of tried and true antiquities,
even if honest to goodness vintage curios were more difficult to unearth whilst navigating
the sea of quality-defunct swap meet style oddities.'Twas more reminiscent of a telltale tourist trap in that aspect, especially with live tunes blaring
tangent to a fenced in watering hole for bougie characters,
and a chromatic line-up of the current yet transient Los Angeles fad
that is redefining culinary convenience - extravagance-brandishing food trucks.
Nevertheless, chuck into the mix copious sunbeams and concentrated bonding time against a breath-stealing backdrop of the cityscape, and your heart shall be warmed like fresh-baked cupcakes downed with an icy glass o' milk.
Speaking of moo juice, the promenade lingered with an impromptu stopover at the Mid-City based bakery phenomenon named after the quintessential dessert complement, Milk,
for the mold-defying concoction of macaron ice cream sandwiches dunked in decadent chocolate.
Though I've devoured heaps of Milk's mouthwatering masterpieces, 'twas my first time sampling the heralded ice cream sandwiches. Ladies and gents, I'm in love.
'Tis times like these that I cannot help but to be convinced that God is so good to allow for such blessed and undeserved reveries in life's brouhaha.

Audrey got Angry

The buzz 'round La La Land is that a particular indie film has been courting the persnickety affections of many a critic. Quentin Lee's The People I've Slept With is not only a critically-acclaimed rom-com romp of the edgy variety, but it also engages a heavily Asian-American cast (Karin Anna Cheung, Archie Kao, Randall Park, Lynn Chen, and James Shigeta, amongst more). And, jeepers, that's always a bombshell, considering Hollywood's nascent relationship with Asian American presence in its cinematic commodities.We patroned the screening at the ritzy Lammele Sunset 5 this Saturday evening prior, which was supplemented by a post-viewing discussion panel with the cast and crew, thought-provokingly moderated by the notorious Angry Asian Man, Phil Yu.Obligatory celebratory shenanigans blossomed thereafter at contemporary speakeasy Libertine on Sunset, where premier Asian-American women's mag, Audrey, hosted a cosmopolitan afterparty in due honor of the racy featurette.
So, I shall confess, the primary reason for our face time was due to a dear friend who also espouses the role of a fabulously inspired editor at Audrey.

But, of course, there was also the heartwarming smattering of amiable chummies with whom to chitter chatter,
and an engrossing one-man showto which I reacted with multifarious extremities of emotion.Ode to a bevy of snazzy folks with whom to commemorate a flick. And lovely life in the bigger picture. Which is all conducive to a niftily packaged night. And it only got oodles better 'cause several of these snapshots got featured on Audrey here!

Friday flashback

to a relevant sunbeamy afternoontide a smidgen more than a moon ago since I am bearing the brunt of the malady dubbed the crafting itch: the Renegade Los Angeles Craft Fairat The Cornfield, where proponents of the handmade lifestyle
including a convivial chum and myself, corralled from near and farto plummet ourselves in creative juice-motivated crafting workshops,handcrafted goody perusing and purchasing,and, to constitute the cheeriest part of the rendezvous, calling upon crafting queen chummies,Ruby,and Danni (whose handmade lovelies were incontestably the cream of the crop).
And, of course, traipsing the handmade wonderland with dear friends I miss dearly,and a couple of the most winsome kiddos in my merry microcosm.One of my far-fetched starry-eyed dreams (that I must admit I am a wee bit apprehensive to admit) was to show at a craft fair this year, but alas, God possessed other plans to monopolize my priorities. One day, prayerfully! Nevertheless, I do hope you'd be able to check off to-dos on your to-do list that you've been antsy to accomplish of late, whether 'tis rambunctiously catching up with a lovely loved one o'er a colossal cup o' froyo. Or tidying up thy abode to a spick and span state. Or progressing in the job prowl. Or organizing in a detailed degree thy life on paper. Or scouring the City of Angels for the tastiest French macaron. Whatever your tasks might be, do make certain to enjoy God immensely through it all in light of the cross. Happy weekending, genial gents and gals!

Oozing Hollywood

Sometimes most of the time, 'tis imperative to put our best foot forward
in uttermost composure to primly and properly ransack Tinseltownian thoroughfares
to wine and dine at a celebrity culinary cranny that taunts our patronage with promises of tantalized tastebuds (per Jarell's deep-seated contentment below)
accompanied by the tastiest white sangria e'er sampledbefore gallivanting famed star-studded walkwaysfor the premier slam-packed nightspot, Drai's,which, as speculated, was so Hollywood.So much so that the swankified aura gravitated towards us, enabling us to ooze Hollywoodin desaturated vintage glam glory.The balmy eveningtide air, ubiquitous tunes, and sumptuous venue morphed some friendly folks into fierce models,
and others into masquerade ball attendees.Or, in essence, four friendly folks enthused o'er lollygagging in lovely company.
Marveling at the panorama of our esteemed City of Angelswas indubitably instumental in attributing the playtime to unforgettable status.