This time around, I stood in a different spot to get some different photo angles.
Amusing encounter with the door guy. I gave him my ID. He waved me in. I got stuck behind some folks for some reason. I don't know how that happened. The door guy then asked for my ID again. I was like, "Ah, you just checked my ID." I guess I don't stand out enough.
I parked my car somewhat far away down on El Centro. There is a bar/club on El Centro and Santa Monica. Let me tell you something -- and this will no doubt show my age -- if I lived on that street that bar/club would be getting a visit by the police. It was 1 a.m. and you could hear the music and the thumping of the bass rather clearly for at least two blocks. Way to be a cool neighbor.
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