For those of you who've never been, Sunset Junction is sort of this street fair that draws a very eclectic, diverse crowd. The fair itself is a lot like Gay Pride in content, except you wouldn't be embarrassed to take your parents. It has a fairly recent history in L.A. and was actually created as a means to get the very diverse community to stop fighting. So the festival brings together a mix of the latino, gay, communities, and everything in between. ...or something like that. You can look it up. It's located (d'uh) at Sunset Junction (where Sunset and Santa Monica Blvds meet). It's definitely not manicured West Hollywood.
I was annoyed as I was driving to my fall back when I decided "fuck it". I've never really been one to shy away from going to a club or something else by myself. For some reason the concept of doing such a thing seems to really scare the shit out of people. And that I've never understood. Perhaps it's my independent streak. Or perhaps, it's just my stubborness in not letting my destiny be controlled by others. Besides, I knew I'd run into someone I know.
So I passed Robertson and kept going down Olympic toward downtown. There are no parking lots around the festival, so heading up Western when I came across the Metro station, I thought this might be a good idea. I parked, bought my ticket, and went down to wait for the train. Both sides were going in the same direction. I checked the map. My bad. There's a transfer I'd have to take. That could easily add 30 minutes. So up I went back to my car and drove to the festival. After a bit of work, I scored parking.
The festival was fun. I got my roasted corn. Upon which, my mood was dramatically uplifted. Hunger can be such an emotional liability... geez. (Note for the future: let's not wait until 5 pm to eat lunch again). I ran into a few people there I knew. In particular, Jonathan, whom I've not seen in a while.
Continuing to gorge, I also got homemade Taquitos and homemade Churros. They looked yum. There's just something about hand made food made from scratch. ...It sucks. There's a reason we have automation. It's called quality control. My god, the taquitos were one giant fried thing, and so were the churros. Everything tasted the same. Crunch Crunch Crunch. Seriously, they should have bought the frozen stuff.
On my way out, I bought three gigantic cookies for later, and leisurely drove my way home. The air was really clean today too. You could see all the way to the Hollywood sign. It turned out to be a perfect day.